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My first Sims story!


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This is the Emmerson Family, a normal family in Orashu City. But that's all about to change....

Jayden's Story:Chapter 1


So here I am. The first part of my life is unimportant. But this is where the truestory begins.....

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This is my family. My mother, my father, and me. Just the three of us. Anyways, on that day, we had just happened to move into a new house.
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We had just finished unpacking when dad came up to me and said,
"Jay? May I speak to you for a moment?"
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Of course, I replied, "Yes, of course, daddy! What is it?"
Smiling, he said, "I don't really know how to say this, sweetie, but, mommy and I are going to have a baby."
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At this, as any seven-year-old girl about to be a big sister, would, I started jumping up and down on the couch, screaming,  "Really? Really?"
I saw him smile from the corner of my eye.
That's when it all began to change...........

As soon as mom came in, I ran to her, shouting with more triumph, "Oh, mommy! How wonderful!!"
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She immediately enclosed me in a hug.

Later that evening, mom walked groggily to the couch where dad and I were watching TV. "I am so tired! I'm going to bed," She turned to dad. "put Jay to bed, please."
With that, she stumbled on up the stairs.
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She went to bed immediately. Dad was soon behind her, leaving me to come up soon after him. He sat by her, daydreaming and
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watching her sleep.
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I read a book on my bed.
 Soon, we all fell asleep.

aww very cute love kid stories!

The next morning, mom got up early. I knew she wasn't feeling well.

Just before I went to school, mom's tummy was hurting her, so she changed into workout clothes (she said that meditation would relax her). Then she kissed me, hugged me, kissed me again, hugged me AGAIN, said "I love you" about fifty times, and cried, I ran to the bus stop.
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She grabbed a drink of water, and headed upstairs just as light began pour in the house. She immediately began to meditate. Dad was downstairs, and he said that he could hear her "meditating" ("Sounded more like groans to me." he said) upstairs.
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After a half hour, mom's stomach began to really feel horrible. She quickly changed into pajamas, but as soon as she slipped them on, her stomach began to lurch. "Baaaatthrooom!"

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After that, during the first few months of her pregnancy, she was mostly like that... except.....
she went to the bathroom an AWFUL lot,
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eat a lot, (although she'd throw it back up- that's the way she was)
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laugh alot (and at the stupidest things!),
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and hug A TON (I think I still have imprints from her hugs *shudders*)
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as well as my poor father!
So nothing really changed... until one day. Mom woke up, got dressed in her workout clothes (which she should have noticed were way too tight!) and bam! Dad walks upstairs.... and his jaw drops. She looks down. BAM!!!
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Oh... just WAIT until I come home!

what?
I NEEED to KNOW
lol

Needless to say, when I got home, I was a little surprised...
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I have absolutely no idea why she was having a party, but I do know that I was VERY surprised when a round tummy poked out at me from under her workout clothes. During this, I was finishing my homework (trying to recover from the intial shock!)
Anyway, when the new neighbors left ( I was told they were new neighbors), I sheepishly handed her a note from the principal. She read it, then we sat on the sofa to talk. She wasn't very happy.

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"Jayden, this note says you got into a fight with a girl in your class." Her tone was harsh.
"The principal over-exaggerated! Mom, punching someone in the nose doesn't qualify as fighting. Look it up in the dictionary." She folded her hands firmly across her chest. "Okay, maybe it does."
I ran up to my room quickly, with mom calling "Jayden Marie Emmerson!! You get back her right this instant!" behind me. I ran to my dollhouse.
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When I went back downstairs and apologized. Only then did I notice the weird barrel in the corner. When we all sat to watch TV
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, I snuck around to check out the barrel. I saw that it had a spout, so I poured myself a glass of the liquid. To me, it looked like apple juice. I took a sip.
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Ok, that was definitely NOT apple juice, EWW! It tasted bitter and disgusting. I quickliy spit it out, hoping my parents wouldn't notice.
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After that, I noticed they were getting snuggly on the couch.

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So I left. I was NOT sticking around to see them do goodness knows what!

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Walking upstairs, mom kissed me goodnight and they went to bed.
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The Next Day

I went to school as usual that morning, but the sip of whatever the heck that was gave me a headache. Really, I was only seven for pete's sake!
Mom was enjoying herself. First, she cooked a big breakfast for herself.
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Poor dad had to make his own breakfast that morning, since mom was a grouch. *Shakes head* He burned every bit of it.Then the kitchen cought on fire. Lucky for us, the phone wasn't melted yet. The firemen were on their way. After the fire was out, mom sat down to watch TV. She was getting quite lazy.
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Dad had everything replaced just like that.
Soon, I was home! Mom stood up from her permanent place on the couch, and rubbed her aching stomach.
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When I got home, I stood, admiring how pretty mom looked in her blue nightgown.
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I forgot to tell her about Amanda, my friend who had come over. I pulled Amanda in
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and  introduced her to mom.
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Needless to say, she was altogether pretty surprised to see mom in her nightgown, looking very pregnant, looming over her. She ran upstairs in fright and grabbed my teddy, Mr. Chuckles, hugging and squeezing him to bits (he never was the same again).

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By the time I pulled her off my teddy, it was time to say goodbye.
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Awww that is SO sweet! The last picture isn't showing up. Anyway, great start, I bet the new baby is going to bring trouble! Mwah! Keep up the good work ;)

Sorry about the last picture! It won't show up for me either- anyone have any ideas? Oh and thanks everyone! Glad you like my story!

This story is very cute love it I think new baby=jealousy?

Ok, here's an update for you. I just couldn't help myself! I promise to make you wait longer next time!:lol:
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I was sitting on the floor, just doing my homework at about three-thirty.

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Dad was watching one of his fitness programs, trying to get in shape. He still had dreams of becoming a professional personal trainer, or at least, that's what he wrote in his diary (I mean, he put that thing in such an easy hiding spot- the bookshelf- anyone could find it!).

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I wondered why mom wasn't home. When I finished my homework, about four-thirty, I saw that dad was done working out. I asked him, "Where's mom? It's four thirty three and I'm worried."

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"I don't know. She left here about one. Said she had to take care of something." He responded, worry filling his mind. Just then, mom burst through the door. She looked beautiful!

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I ran and gave her a hug of approval,

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and dad gave his kiss of approval!
Anyway, mom was in such a good mood after her makeover, she decided to cook us dinner, something she hadn't done in a long time. We were elated!

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And she cooked us dinner all right! Lobster Thermidor!

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We had a delicious dinner that night!

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Then mom took a nap. She was so tired that when we went to bed, we tried to wake her up, but she wouldn't! We just let her sleep there.
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Anyways, over the next few months, as her stomach grew and her feet swelled, she lay on the couch, only getting up to change her clothes and bathe. She slept there, on the comfy couch, for the rest of her pregnancy.

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Meanwhile, dad was working on a secret project for my mom- converting half my room into a nursery. A lot of my precious things had to be put away in storage until further notice, but I was joyous at the thought of getting a new baby brother or sister.

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Anyways, one night, when we were all asleep- me in my bed, dad in his, and mom on the couch- mom had this funny feeling in her belly. She sat up.

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'The baby.' She thought, but disregarded it quickly. 'It isn't due for another two months.'
All of the sudden, her stomach lurched, then shooting pain came, ripping across her belly. She howled and yelled.

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Dad and I, startled by the noise, woke up. Realizing after a second that it was mom, we tore down the stairs in fright!

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After more howling and yelling,

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a midwife, and a couple of hours later..... we had a beautiful baby boy. We named him Julian.

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We were so excited, dad and I, we were yelling and hooting up a storm!

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Then mom fed him, and put him to bed in his brand new crib!

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Oh, what a night that was!

Yay! It's a boy! very cute baby. Love the custom crib with the skirt it's really pretty.

Thanks! I hope it's not too boring... anyways, the next part is where the fun begins!

Aww...this is a very sweet story!!! I love it!!!

Thanks!

Edit: Hey guys, just wanted to let you know that I'm leaving for Christmas vacation, so if I don't update, you'll know why!! :)

Have a great xmas babyblue!

Your story would look much better if the walls were up, but the story line is nice.

Owww.baby is so lovely,and mum and kid is so beautiful,dad is so so:D

Thanks Melody! darkener: Thanks! I'm going to start putting my walls up.
I'll update soon.

Cool story :)

Thanks!

I'm back from Christmas vacation (as if anyone hadn't already figured that one out!), and I got a HP Photosmart E327 Digital Camera out of it!! Wahoo! Since I'm in such a good mood, an update is in the works!! :)

Edit: You should expect an update later today! :)

Ok... I PROMISE that I will put the second chapter up today!! :)

Yay!! =)

Here's an update for you... enjoy! :)

Mom, dad, and I were so excited about the baby, that we were constantly holding him, cuddling him, and playing with him. I remember that, once, every so often, mom would let me bathe him. She spent alot of time with Julian, because he needed to be fed. I spent many a night by his crib, staring at the sweet, chubby face.

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Anyways, when he was about a year old, I began experiencing some "unfourtunate" moments with the "angel" of our lives. Once, he threw his rattle at the window, and broke the window pane. I gently said, "Julian, that's a no-no. Look what you did!" Mom chose to step in at that time, seeing me shake my finger at Julian, and reprimanding him. As soon as he saw mom, he burst into a sob. She ran to him, cuddled him,

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 and turned to me. She wasn't happy.

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She yelled at me, blaming me for making him cry. When I tried to explain,

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She gave me a look,

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and grounded me for two weeks. I sulked to my room, but assured myself that everything was an accident. He didn't mean to do it. Right?
The same kind of thing happened every so often, and everytime, she'd give me a look, like it was all my fault.

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Anyway, soon it was time for Julian to become a Toddler.  We'd had a big party, but now it was time for him to make the big change. Mom, looking so proud, flung him into the air, and we waited.

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Julian was now a Toddler.


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Later, when mom and dad had left to be alone, Julian and I were sitting in my room. He turned to me, and made a fist. His mouth turned down into a scowl. He pounded his fist.

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 And then, he pointed to me.
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Sorry that it's so short, guys, I promise a longer update next time. I just really have to get started on some homework! :)

whoa! little Julian is a monster brat! LOL!

Oh god! I would be freaked out....

Haha, that's great. Nice story so far!

Thanks!
:)

I laughed,
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but at the back of my mind, I was a little scared. He had gotten me in trouble before.

Anyways, months passed, and every so often Julian began getting me in HUGE trouble. By September, I was in trouble every day, because Julian would scream and bawl if I so much as touched him. Mom would yell mercilessly at me, and give me scowls, and disapproving looks constantly.

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One fateful day in October, it all fell apart. I had been playing with Julian in the living room,

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and when I bent down to tickle him, he screamed bloody murder.

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Mom came running in. She yelled at me,this time harsher than ever, then comforted Julian. When he was safely watching Kids Korral, she whipped out her cell phone. "Connect me to Sean Gregory..." She whispered.

A couple of days later, A man that I had never met before stood on our porch.
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I watched mom greet him, then lead him upstairs. When they returned, she introduced him to me, as he was mom's friend from Sim State. He seemed quite nice.

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We talked for a bit. Then mom whispered to him privately.

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All I caught was, "Tonight...", "Midnight...." "Garden...".

Later that night, after mom and dad had put Julian to bed in his crib, Mr. Gregory told them that he'd put me in bed later, as I was watching my favorite TV show. They nodded and walked upstairs to go to sleep. When their light was off for about twenty minutes, Mr. Gregory turned to me. Cupping his hand over my mouth, he dragged me to the door. Then he pushed me outside,  following close behind me. Just then I noticed a taxi parked quietly by the garage, hidden in the willow tree so it wouldn't be seen.
He shoved me in.

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I stared back at his emotionless face, fear paralyzing my mouth and body.

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He got into the taxi, and it pulled away, silent. I rolled down my window quietly, letting the cool, crisp night air keep me from crying. I stared up at the magnificent moon.

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"Where are you taking me?" I whispered to the wind.
"You'll see, girl, you'll see..."

Oh jeeze...great story!

OH NO! That fellow seems to be a kidnapping menace. I wouldn't be surprised if it was all mommy's idea.

Oh no!  This is so scary!  Poor baby!

Wow. Terrible twos is an understatement! I hope she's going to be okay.

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. :)

Ok... sorry guys. No update today... unless a miricle happens! I have had no time.... sorry! Maybe tomorrow... it depends.:)

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.

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 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.

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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.

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He then pushed me into a dark, damp place, slamming the door behind me.

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 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.

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Slam! I awoke with a start.

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 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.

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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.

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The door opened, and in walked him, the man who'd done all this to me, Mr. Gregory.

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 "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.

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I looked around the room, then spotted a bookshelf. Grabbing a book, I sat in the chair to read.

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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.

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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! :)

Mommy, little brother, and the 'family friend' all need to die a horrible, excruciating death. and where's her father in all this? didn't her mother think he'd NOTICE  that she'd sent the girl away?

A part that I'd decided not to add was a scene where her father and mother are arguing about taking her away. The mother definately wears the pants in the family. In the next chapter, you'll learn more about her dad.

I'm so glad you were able to get an update done! This story is getting very interesting! ^^

Thanks! I know, I know... boring start. But I hope that it's getting more exciting! :)

Aw I feel so horrible for that poor little girl. I really hope that something bad happens to Mr. Gregory, her horrible mother, and demonic little brother.

Heh heh ::evil laugh::

:)

THREE YEARS LATER

I lay, grumbling on my bed, for the billionth day in a row.

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 It was late August, and the heat was getting to me. My small room was heavy with humidity,
and the smell was none too pleasant. This room was now all that I knew. Three years had gone by, and I missed my father. I wondered how he was doing. Day after day, I wondered. A thought drifted through my mind. I wonder how Julian and Mom are doing. But the thought vanished, just a wisp of the past. Nothing to hold on to. Besides, why should I have cared? They only took me for granted. A grunt erupted from nowhere, and the old door creaked open. It was Sean.

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He and I, we'd grown to stand each other. "Need a shower?" he questioned gruffly. I nodded, and he led me down the hall.The shower was an old "locker room" type shower, so, turning around, he gaurded the door.

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 Afterwards, I threw on a t-shirt and some jeans he'd given me. Later that day, I sat at my table, studing a old science textbook.

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 It may have been August, but I was intent on studying, so one day-when I was free-  I could go to college. That was my dream. If I ever got out of here. I gently cradled the book in my hand, leaning back on my chair.

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 I looked down, remembering.

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I remember the wierdest things... I thought. I remembered the way my old room smelled, like fresh laundry. I remembered the smell of daddy's cologne, and my stuffed bear. Or my piano, the way the smooth wood felt after a hard practice session. The turquoise-encrusted silver hairclip that daddy gave me on my seventh birthday- "You look like A real princess, Princess!" he said. A tear rolled down my flushed cheeks. I grabbed my book back from the table, and began reading. But not before another tear rolled down my cheek. "Daddy..."

Across town

   A man sat on his sofa, pondering some thoughts.

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 A woman walked up to him, saying, "Honey! You're back from work early! It's only three."

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"Yes, sweetheart. It's because I had a meeting with Mr. Verde, but it got cancelled." The woman eyed him suspiciously, but walked off to get her husband some coffee. A small boy, about seven, came running to the man.

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"Daddy, daddy!!" He enclosed the man in a huge hug, smiling.

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"My boy! How was play group today?" The man asked his son. "Oh, very good, daddy!"
"Great! Now, go upstairs and play. It's summer, and you deserve it." The man's tone held sadness, showing he wanted to be alone. He sat back down on the sofa, sighing, as he watched his son scamper up the stairs.

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His face remained emotionless, but sadness was clearly etched in his usually-bright blue eyes. He pulled a small object from his pants pocket, fingering its smooth surface. A tear, glittering in the warm sunlight, fell down his face. He whispered, "I've been searching and searching for such a long time, and I haven't found you. But don't fear, my dearest daughter, I'll never stop looking." With that, he held the object he was holding up to his heart. It was a turquoise-encrusted silver hairclip.

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Hope you enjoyed that chapter.The next one will be the big one..... think you can guess why?? ;)

Ooh! mee mee! she escapes and daddy finds her and her evil bitch mother gets what's coming to her?!

Nice updates! And, I agree with JJ. I hope that's what happens anyway.

Ooh, I won't even risk a guess. It's too happy/sad to think about! ><

Well.. you'll just have to wait and see!! ;) Thanks for the comments, glad you are enjoying the story!:)

Wow this is great babyblueheart!  I can't wait to read more!

Thanks! :)

*jaw falls out* Blimey! I hope that two faced of a cow mum dies and goes to hell!:blob6:  And her little brat-of-a-son.  That poor,poor girl! Bet,er' dad feals real bad. And that stean man,uh! I seriously need to plan the ending. I'm desprate!:-P

Don't worry, people. In this next section, everyone gets what they deserve!! ;)
EDIT: That reminds me, I will be updating soon!!

whennnnnnnnnn?:sad4:

Probably today or tomorrow... but I promise It'll be satisfying... *evil laugh*;)

How did I miss two updates? LOL  Very suspensefull love it!  I think I may know what's going on.....is the prison guard guy her biological dad?

Thanks for all the feedback! Like I said, you'll just have to wait and see. *louder evil laugh* ;)

*jumps up and down* :smilebox:  I can't wait any longer!:axed: :puke: :cyclopsa:  hey!----:coffee: hmm,mm,hmm.

:smt105

I'll just tell you this... It'll be up by Friday. :)

HALLAJLUIA!!!!:toothy8: :toothy8: :toothy8:

Would anyone like a sneak peek? :)

OH YEAH!!!!:wave:

Okay... It'll be up soon. No pics, though... I wanna keep that part a surprise! :)

HAPPY VALENTINES GUYS!:lovestor:  :love4: :daisy: :love2: :love1: :toothy8: :love10: :bunny: :love6: :happy3: :love8: :group hu: :angel5: :love7: :icescrea: :angel1: :love5: :dog: :cat: :P :thumbup:   I am going on a date with by boyfriend tonight wish me luck!:sunny:

Luck! HAPPY VALENTINES TO ALL YOU GUYS AS WELL!! :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :) :)
Punk Rocker- have a great date!!! :)

Thanks Babyblueheart,it was great. we went to the movies and watched Arthur and the Invisibles. It was really good. Looking forward to that story for tomorrow!:smile:

Awww...that's cute! I'm SO glad it went well!:) Anyways, the story should be up this afternoon. :)

hehe. Really? Omg! Please hurry up! *starts to nag*:wave: :wav: :rulez: I don't know why, but, MAN i'm addicted to your Story Babyblueheart!

I slowly adjusted my scarf. It would be cold outside. It was December 24, and I knew that I would be crunching on a thick layer of snow in a matter of hours. Grabbing the pack of bubblegum I had so closely gaurded for weeks, I stuffed a peice in my mouth. After it was fully chewed, I quietly stuck it on the outside of the door frame, hoping that when the door opened, it would fall exactly into place. Suddenly, I heard a doornob rattle. I ran and plopped down on my bed, looking casual, as Mr.Gregory walked in. "I'm goin' out. Be a good girl, and stay right here..." He grinned, showing rows of yellow teeth. Anger boiled in me, but I just nodded and put my head down. He walked back to the door, slamming it shut. Within seconds, I ran to the door. The gum had stuck. Yes!! I ran back to my bed, lying casually on it with great joy. When, I assumed, about an hour had passed, I walked silently to the door. I reached my hand to the knob, and turned it.
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Hope you liked that! The whole chapter should be coming soon! :)

Oh,she's going to escape, isn't she?!:tongue8:

Escape=Free :snorting:

You'll just have to wait to see!!! :)

Darn it!:smt120

Announcement:
The story's fifth and final chapter will be up on Tuesday, February 20. Thank you for your patience! :)

:snorting:
Yay!!!!:happy8:  Finaly, i thought the day would NEVER come

Yes it is important that you write more as soon as possible!!!!  I can't wait!!!

WHAT!!!??? WHY IS IT NOT HERE YET!!!!!!!!!!!:punch: :blob6: :sad4: :smt120

Give it a few minutes-- I just have to take pics!:)

ohhh, right. Now? No? Now? Noo. NOW? ;)

***Please imagine here a little, as my game is going bonkers a little now***


I slowly adjusted my scarf. It would be cold outside. It was December 24, and I knew that I would be crunching on a thick layer of snow in a matter of hours. Grabbing the pack of bubblegum I had so closely gaurded for weeks, I stuffed a peice in my mouth. After it was fully chewed, I quietly stuck it on the outside of the door frame, hoping that when the door opened, it would fall exactly into place.

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Suddenly, I heard a doornob rattle. I ran and plopped down on my bed, looking casual, as Mr.Gregory walked in.

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 "I'm goin' out. Be a good girl, and stay right here..." He grinned, showing rows of yellow teeth. Anger boiled in me, but I just nodded and put my head down. He walked back to the door, slamming it shut. Within seconds, I ran to the door. The gum had stuck. Yes!! I ran back to my bed, lying casually on it with great joy. When, I assumed, about an hour had passed, I walked silently to the door. I reached my hand to the knob, and turned it. With a loud screeech the door opened. My heart stopped. I was really going to get out. For the first time in three and a half years. But I kept my cool. There was still a chance that I'd get caught. I removed the gum, and softly closed the door. I tiptoed out into the living room, and turned the locks on the front door.

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 It opened with a tiny squeak. For the first time in more than three years, I felt the cool air on my cheeks. I took a breath in. The scenery was beautiful. I slowly shut the door behind me, and took off running down the street. I ran all across town, keeping an eye out for Mr. Gregory. I never saw him. After thirty minutes, I reached my destination. My home. I ran up to the window, and peered in.

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 I saw Daddy, with a not-so-little Julian. He was reading to him, by the fire. I tapped lightly on the door.
Daddy must have heard me, because he looked up. He walked slowly up to the door, and opened it, stepping onto the front porch. "Yes?"

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   "Oh...." I said, unable to speak.
   "Young lady, what do you need?" He replied, looking at me with kind eyes.
   "Look into my eyes," I said, smiling. "Who am I?"
   He stared straight into my eyes for a few minutes, then burst into a smile. "My little Princess, my Jayden! Is that really you?"
   "Yes, daddy! Yes!!!" I ran to his open arms. He’d recognized me!
   We hugged for what seemed like ages before he invited me in.

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 I looked wonderingly at how much the house had changed, not noticing the little boy who had run up to me. "Jayden?" he said cautiously.
   "Why yes, Jule, it's me." I answered, a smile playing across my face.
   "Oh, Jay!!" He smiled, before enclosing me in a big hug. “I love you!”


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   "I love you too." I felt only true love towards him now.
   Suddenly, I realized that someone was missing. "Where's mom?"
   They sighed. Dad sat me down on the sofa. "After you were kidnapped by Sean, which we found out later, your mom was leaving a lot. One day, I followed her to the Motel. I saw her kissing Sean. About a month and a half later, she told me that she was pregnant again. But not by me. I kicked her out of the house."
   "So all those times in the house that I thought I heard mom's voice, in Mr. Gregory’s ... I really was hearing mom's voice?" I muttered.
   "So it'll just be me, you, and Julian."
   "That's fine..." I responded, finally happy for a change.
Julian joined us on the couch, and we all snuggled up together. "Oh, it's Christmas Eve, and I have no present for you.." I said.
   "That's okay, sis, you gave us the best gift of all: getting you back."

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Sorry for the lack of pics, my game is messed up, but I'm trying to fix it. I'm pretty sure I know what the problem is. :)

Hope you enjoyed the story! I’m planning an all- new one soon!! :)

Great story!!!! I love a happy ending! *crys*:-P

Thank you! Now, would anyone like a sneak peak at my new story??:)

Cute! I love the story, very nice ending! It's nice to see a happy ending for once. ^^

Thanks :D.... I just don't have it in my heart to be cruel... :D

Ohh yesss yess! pick me! pick me!:angel:

Okay.... I'll be up as soon as my game decides to start working! :D

will you read my story? It's in my sig+ in sim stories. It's called Verona High. My first chapter was uploaded last night, and chapter 2 today!:lurk:

Sure! :D

thats good make some more

This was so heart-warming! I'm so happy that she got home and her rotten mother was out of the picture.

Happy endings <3

Thanks for the comments, guys! I love happy endings, as well, so I couldn't bring myself to sadden the ending! :)

OOOOOO Me 2!!!!!!!!! :love8:

-just finished reading- I KNEW that stupid little jerk of a mom was a...well, jerk. I feel like use stronger words, but...

Haha....yep, she quite a... well, you know! Anyways, did you enjoy it?

Very much. Very nice story.

Thanks! :) I'll be posting a new story soon, once school has calmed down a bit. In a few weeks, most likely. Till then, enjoy!

I really like this story I hope you update your new one, BBHeart!:book:

Thanks, that means a lot. My new story may be posted today, but if not, in a few weeks. :)

This was a very interesting story. I have a friend who's only child, a daughter, was abducted at age 17.  Sad ending, not like your happy ending, and they never caught the scumbag(s) who raped and killed her.  If they had, they'd be locked up forever. I don't know if you want to add an extra chapter to this, but seeing the man and the mom locked up would be great.

Nice work.

Thank you!! Huh, that's a good idea...maybe I will.