Friends Forever








Welcome to Sunday Blog Share! Today, we’re talking about friendship, about not giving up on a friend no matter what’s happened to them!




Lyssa and Kyle were born on the same day and at the same moment, but to different parents who are best friends. These children have grown up together, until the early morning hours after their fourth birthday. During those hours of darkness, they experienced what no child should and when it was all over, Lyssa had vanished and Kyle was the lone witness to several horrific murders and the kidnapping of his best friend.





One by one, the residents of Landry, Georgia gave up on finding Lyssa Winders alive. It had, after all, been fourteen years since she vanished. The men who invaded her home left behind the bodies of those she loved with all her heart. Only one person never gave up and still searches for Lyssa. Kyle Tinker battles his own demons from that night, when he hid like a coward instead of running for help. Their eighteenth birthday looms on the horizon, and Kyle is determined to bring Lyssa home.

Meanwhile, Kim Tinker is having trouble understanding her dreams about a pretty blonde girl—she has no idea that these dreams are of her life as Lyssa Winters. She also hears a guy who has recently started talking to her--in her head. All Kim wants is to get away from a family which hates her, but doing it safely is the one thing which eludes her.

On the day of the Freedom Festival, Kyle sees the girl he never thought he'd see again. And Lyssa finds the one person she's protected for the last fourteen years on their shared birthday. 




Four-year-old Lyssa Winders landed with a thump on her living room floor. Her bottom hurt from the hard wood, and her head ached from all the yelling and shouting she'd been hearing. Nothing made sense. She just wanted this to stop.

Her parents, Auntie Keisha, Nana Brandy, and Grandpa Monty kneeled in front of her. They had their hands on the back of their heads, and they looked very scared.

"Gonna talk now, Jack?" the stinky man asked. He had carried her out of the safety of her bedroom and dumped her on the floor. "Or do I hurt your kid?"

Stinky jerked Lyssa to her feet. She couldn't run. He held her tight in front of his nasty smelling body.

"She's just a baby," Daddy said. "Don't hurt Lyssa. Let her go. She won't tell anyone anything." He stared at her with scared eyes. "Right baby? You won't say anything." She nodded, and her daddy faced Stinky. "See, she agreed. Just let her go."



"Nope." A man near her laughed.

She turned her head and saw her puppy. Rags crept out from behind the sofa. His tail stood straight in the air, and he made growly noises in his throat.

Lyssa swallowed hard. Rags couldn't come any closer. Stinky had a gun. He had a horribly tight grip on her shoulder.

She looked around the room and saw two more bad men. They both had guns. One was Quiet—he hadn’t said anything. The other's voice was low and growly.

He's Scary.

Giving names to the bad men didn't make it any easier for Lyssa. All she wanted was her safe bedroom, and her best friend, Kyle Tinker.




About the K.C. Sprayberry

Born and raised in Southern California’s Los Angeles basin, K.C. Sprayberry spent years traveling the United States and Europe while in the Air Force before settling in northwest Georgia. A new empty nester with her husband of more than twenty years, she spends her days figuring out new ways to torment her characters and coming up with innovative tales from the South and beyond.

She’s a multi-genre author who comes up with ideas from the strangest sources. Those who know her best will tell you that nothing is safe or sacred when she is observing real life. In fact, she considers any situation she witnesses as fair game when plotting a new story.

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Comments

Martin Kloess said…
Wow! That was something...
Anonymous said…
very powerful scenes