Rosemary;
Preface
I took a small step forward and, lifting my face to the sky, inhaled deeply, smelling the fresh November rain. I felt the edge of my mouth form that awkward, off-balanced smile that felt so familiar to my lips. Inhaling once more, I reached my hand out, pulled open the door, and sat upon the soft fabric on the seat.
"Dad?" I spoke softly, still smiling awkwardly.
"Er, yes?" he answered, his voice laced with strain and tension. I didn't notice it.
"Where are we going?" I asked, glancing sideways out of my eyes to my small half-sister, Emmie, knowing I could have guessed.
"Um—er—well, we're taking the—um—baby home," he stuttered. Once again, I was oblivious to his reluctance.
"Oh, okay," I announced calmly; happily. I turned the music blasting through the headphones as loud as it would go and listened to the strangely haunting song with nothing but tranquility. Though it left an uncharacteristic chill in my body, I thought nothing of it. Give your soul to me for eternity…
I ran my fingers through my long, silky, chocolate-mousse colored hair and stroked my slender white dress. I ran my finger across the pattern of a yellow daisy that had been sewn onto the hem. I sighed contently.
I should have noticed the incorrect turn that my dad had made. I should have noticed. But I didn't.
Just seconds into Fallen Interlude by Blink-182, the car came to an abrupt halt, a little harder than it should have been.
"Get out," choked my father. I laughed a little wispy laugh at his bad mood.
"Okay, Mr. Grumpy. What's wrong?" I asked with a smile. He just waited for me and snorted. I walked up to him and kissed him lightly on the cheek, sympathetic. He snorted once more and then turned to the ominous building, with me following at his heels.
We entered the doorway to the abandoned sneaker factory. There were no lights. There was no air. There was only a tall, dark figure, advancing toward us. I stayed calm and serene, expecting that he was the reason that we were here. He spoke directly to my father. Of course, I didn't understand a word of it. He said:
"That it?"
"Yes," replied my father rather curtly.
"Alright." The man had a very heavy New English accent. Almost too heavy, I thought. But I didn't care. I would never have to see the scary man with heavy accent ever again as I followed my father—now holding two very full looking suitcases—across the room.
"'Ey! Get back over here!" he shouted. I looked up at my father expectantly, but he kept walking, a rather pained look on his face. I continued to follow without missing a beat.
"Hey, girl, I said, get back over here!" I gasped and stopped walking.
"M-me?" I asked, puzzled as to why he would need me over there. My father kept walking.
"Yeah, you. You can't go with your daddy no more."
"I-I can't? Why not?" I asked, my voice shaking.
"Because you belong to me now, kid."
The world suddenly ended as the front door to the abandoned factory clicked shut, the only thing running through my mind was that song.
Give your soul to me for eternity.