The Emmerson Family Story: Final Chapter Up!
starlucid:
Oh no! This is so scary! Poor baby!
Elven_Song:
Wow. Terrible twos is an understatement! I hope she's going to be okay.
babyblueheart:
Sorry guys about not updating at all :( My computer crashed, so I had no computer for a little over a week... I just about died!!!!
You'll get an update.... tomorrow, probably. I still have to take some pics, but I have to go to a party. :)
babyblueheart:
Ok... sorry guys. No update today... unless a miricle happens! I have had no time.... sorry! Maybe tomorrow... it depends.:)
babyblueheart:
Here is the moment you've all been waiting for.... LOL! JK, but here is an update!
The car came to a sudden halt in front of a old, broken down house. It smelled of stale cigarettes, beer, and must. The window, surprisingly, was not broken, but the door was almost falling off the hinges.
He dragged me out of the car, swearing the whole way. "Courtney owes me big time for taking this bratty daughter of hers away." he muttered under his breath.
Suddenly, I punched him where it hurt, with all the force my little ten year old body could muster, then screamed, peircing the quiet night.
Of course, it had no effect. He dragged me into the house. Inside smelled so bad. It was a mix of rotting wood, dirty clothes, sour milk, and must.
He then pushed me into a dark, damp place, slamming the door behind me.
I could hear the locks clicking. Shaking and trembling with terror, I fumbled in the dark, pressing my hands along the wall. I finally found what I was looking for. I flicked it on, and the room became slightly visable. The light, I saw, was horribly dim, and flickering. I could make out a small bed, shoved in the corner, and a bookshelf, along with a faded picture of a woman with a gun, a dirty toilet, a dirty sink, and some books that were shoved in a corner. I walked cautiously to the bed. Suprisingly, it was clean. Not a stain in sight. A pair of old pajamas lay on top. Somewhat happy, I layed down on the bed, and closed my eyes.
Slam! I awoke with a start.
The door of the room had just slammed, very loudly. I turned to the side of me, and found a small table with a chair. I got out of bed. I sat down at the table, and began eating the bowl of cereal before me.
I was surprised that the man had even bothered to make me breakfast, let alone one that was more than halfway decent.
After I had finished eating, I got up and grabbed the bowl.
The door opened, and in walked him, the man who'd done all this to me, Mr. Gregory.
"I'm leaving," he said, looking at me with soulless eyes, "Don't even think about leaving, 'cuz that there window is a fake, It doesn't open, and this here door- is dead bolted." He slammed the door behind him.
I looked around the room, then spotted a bookshelf. Grabbing a book, I sat in the chair to read.
Reading always calmed me down. Yesterday I was living in a comfy house, with the best darn dad anyone could ever have, and today,A single tear dropped down my hot face, I'm stuck in this tiny, cramped room, everything ruined.
That's how I spent my day. At night (I could tell it was night, since the window showed me darkness), I faintly heard the sound of a door slamming. Mr. Gregory was home. I heard the sound of his deep voice, but I detected another voice, too. A feminine one. Suddenly, a door, probably one next to mine, since I could hear it clearly, shut. Within a few moments, I heard groans. Loud groans, groans of pleasure. I was ten, and not stupid. Those were the same kind of groans I heard about a month before Daddy told me that I was going to be a big sister. Sitting cross-legged on my bed, I tried to drown them out with thoughts of home.
That was the day I swore that I'd escape.
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That's it for today! Hope you enjoyed it! Be on the lookout for another update soon! :)
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