A/N.: Allright another story! I'd like to thank Katie for being such a
great help with this story. *cough* not. Yup!! REVIEW!!!!
Disclaimer.: Don't own the ducks. *Cries* thanks for reminding me.
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Julie's P.O.V.
"4:27 p.m. Come on," I groaned to myself as I rolled over in my empty bed. I curled up under the blankets and tried to get back to sleep for at least another hour, but I had the dream again. It's not really a dream exactly... it's more of a memory from when I was 7.
~*~Flashback*~*
I clung to the side of my small wooden closet as I heard two sets of feet stomp up my stairs.
My dad had my mom by the wrist. He threw her to the floor. Her cheeks were red and glistening with tears. He brushed some hair out of her eyes.
"You and that little shit wanna move to Maine do ya?" he spat in her face. "You're not leaving unless it's in pieces or a bodybag." His hand was poised above his head for a minute until he brought it down swiftly and repeatedly across her face. The soft pitter-patter rain on the window pane could hardly be heard over the screaming of my mother.
Dad grabbed Mom by her hair and shoved her against my wall with a thump.
"By the way where is Julia?" he sputtered, turning around to face the closet. "Come to daddy, Babe." I grasped a shoe and threw it at his face. "Son of Bitch!!" he growled and reached for me.
"JACK!" Tommy yelled as he ran into the room a knife in hand. Tom had sandy blonde hair and was 11 years older then me, but had green eyes like mine. We were only stepbrother and sister, we shared the same mother and my father, Jack, hated Tommy. "Her name is Julie not babe! Now you get the hell out of this room."
My dad sped out of the room. Tommy sat the knife on the nightstand and rushed to my mom's aid. A few minutes later, they wobbled out of the room and I crawled out of the closet. Then under the bed with only my teddy bear in hand.
I was awoken by 3 gunshots and shattering glass during the night.
~*~The next morning....~*~
Red lights flickered in my window, waking me up. Down below a black bag was being put into the back of an ambulance. Police were standing in the front yard shaking their heads. Another officer was shoving my father into a cop car. I felt a hand on my shoulder. Tommy scooped me up in his arms.
"Where's mom?" I slowly asked. He shook his head and pulled me closer. I knew right then where she was.
She was gone. Snatched from me by the greedy hands of my father.
The funeral came a week later, then Tommy adopted me, and we went back out to Tommy's house with his girlfriend in Maine. Leaving North Carolina in the dust along with the dark memories that shadowed the area. *FB ends*
A knock snapped me back to reality. I wiped tears away from my eyes as I checked the clock. 5:43. I sprinted to the door, undid the locks, and threw it open. There stood all 5 of my bridesmaids, 2 flowergirls and my maiden of honor.
"Hey Jules," Connie exclaimed as she pushed her way through the group of girls.
"Cons," I smiled and hugged her.
"Try not to look so happy, you're only getting married today," she laughed, but her expression quickly changed. "Are you okay?"
"Yea, just had a weird dream."
"I know what will cheer you up," Jamie Reagan, Tommy's wife, said as she grabbed my arm. (Tommy has a different last name, cuz they have different dads)
Everyone pushed me down the stairs of my apartment building to were a stretch limo was parked.
"Are you ready for a little fun?" Connie laughed as they shoved me into the car.
A/N.: Hey... I know it was short and that was kinda a morbid chapter I knnow. Julie is getting married in the end of the story and 4:27 was the morning of her wedding and she kinda had a flashback. Okay this will get less confusing in the next chapter. Please review and tell me if I should go on.
Disclaimer.: Don't own the ducks. *Cries* thanks for reminding me.
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Julie's P.O.V.
"4:27 p.m. Come on," I groaned to myself as I rolled over in my empty bed. I curled up under the blankets and tried to get back to sleep for at least another hour, but I had the dream again. It's not really a dream exactly... it's more of a memory from when I was 7.
~*~Flashback*~*
I clung to the side of my small wooden closet as I heard two sets of feet stomp up my stairs.
My dad had my mom by the wrist. He threw her to the floor. Her cheeks were red and glistening with tears. He brushed some hair out of her eyes.
"You and that little shit wanna move to Maine do ya?" he spat in her face. "You're not leaving unless it's in pieces or a bodybag." His hand was poised above his head for a minute until he brought it down swiftly and repeatedly across her face. The soft pitter-patter rain on the window pane could hardly be heard over the screaming of my mother.
Dad grabbed Mom by her hair and shoved her against my wall with a thump.
"By the way where is Julia?" he sputtered, turning around to face the closet. "Come to daddy, Babe." I grasped a shoe and threw it at his face. "Son of Bitch!!" he growled and reached for me.
"JACK!" Tommy yelled as he ran into the room a knife in hand. Tom had sandy blonde hair and was 11 years older then me, but had green eyes like mine. We were only stepbrother and sister, we shared the same mother and my father, Jack, hated Tommy. "Her name is Julie not babe! Now you get the hell out of this room."
My dad sped out of the room. Tommy sat the knife on the nightstand and rushed to my mom's aid. A few minutes later, they wobbled out of the room and I crawled out of the closet. Then under the bed with only my teddy bear in hand.
I was awoken by 3 gunshots and shattering glass during the night.
~*~The next morning....~*~
Red lights flickered in my window, waking me up. Down below a black bag was being put into the back of an ambulance. Police were standing in the front yard shaking their heads. Another officer was shoving my father into a cop car. I felt a hand on my shoulder. Tommy scooped me up in his arms.
"Where's mom?" I slowly asked. He shook his head and pulled me closer. I knew right then where she was.
She was gone. Snatched from me by the greedy hands of my father.
The funeral came a week later, then Tommy adopted me, and we went back out to Tommy's house with his girlfriend in Maine. Leaving North Carolina in the dust along with the dark memories that shadowed the area. *FB ends*
A knock snapped me back to reality. I wiped tears away from my eyes as I checked the clock. 5:43. I sprinted to the door, undid the locks, and threw it open. There stood all 5 of my bridesmaids, 2 flowergirls and my maiden of honor.
"Hey Jules," Connie exclaimed as she pushed her way through the group of girls.
"Cons," I smiled and hugged her.
"Try not to look so happy, you're only getting married today," she laughed, but her expression quickly changed. "Are you okay?"
"Yea, just had a weird dream."
"I know what will cheer you up," Jamie Reagan, Tommy's wife, said as she grabbed my arm. (Tommy has a different last name, cuz they have different dads)
Everyone pushed me down the stairs of my apartment building to were a stretch limo was parked.
"Are you ready for a little fun?" Connie laughed as they shoved me into the car.
A/N.: Hey... I know it was short and that was kinda a morbid chapter I knnow. Julie is getting married in the end of the story and 4:27 was the morning of her wedding and she kinda had a flashback. Okay this will get less confusing in the next chapter. Please review and tell me if I should go on.