On the Oustide: Chapter One
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"She's beautiful," the new mother cooed.
"Why yes," The father agreed. He patted his 10 minute-year old daughter on the nose.
The mother froze up. "What if he takes her away? We need to keep her safe."'
"Demeter," the strong silver tabby hugged his family. "We're her parents, keeping her safe is our duty now, we'll think of something."
"I hope,"
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"Mommy?" little Jemima called for me. She tugged on my apron.
"Can I go outside?" she asked. By hearing her voice, you could tell she was trying to act mature and not beg, but her eyes were so big, and pleading.
I sighed. I really hated doing this now. I knelt down to her level.
"Do you remember what I told you yesterday, Jemima?"
She thought for a moment. Then finally came out saying, "I can't go out to play because everything on the outside is bad and evil."
At the end of her sentence I could see her eyes prickle with tears. It was the same thing everyday, and it completely broke my heart.
"That's right, darling" is all I could manage before my voice started to crack. Along with my daughter's heart.
"Ok," she said disappointed.
My heart. It was breaking. It keeps cracking, until-
"I love you mommy," Jemima said dragging her teddy bear up the stairs.
-now. I had reached my breaking point. I couldn't stand to watch any longer.
I sat down on the couch and covered my face in my hands and whispered, "What have we done to you, Jemima? What have we done?"
I already knew the answer to that of course. We've locked her in this house for so long. The only day she'd been outside was the day she was born, at Jennyanydot's house. My mate and I told lies about outside. That it was evil, and people have to stay inside to live.
"I'm sorry Jemima. I'm so sorry," whispered into the empty room.
Munkustrap walked in.
"Demi? Is something the matter?" he sat down next to me.
"Well . . . well . . . toda-," I exploded in tears and started to sob in his lap. He gently stroked my fur, until I calmed down a bit.
"Shh . . . Demeter. Calm down. Now tell me what happened," an unnaturally gentle voice came from him.
"I. . . I . . . can't . . . ta . . . ke . . . it any . . . more!" I wailed.
"Demeter, calm down," Munkstrap's usual stern tone said.
I took a couple of deep breaths. Sat up straight and resumed my conversation.
"I can't take it anymore,"
"Dem, what can't you take anymore?" he put a comforting arm around me.
"EVERYTHING!!!" I screamed at him. Though I soon regretted it as I watched a very confused Munkustrap stare at me. But a second later, that face turned very stern, as he understood my meaning.
"Demeter," he started, "We went over this so many times. It's what's best for Jemima. We made that decision the very day she was born. We need to protect her, it's our responsibility now."
It's not! We're not protecting her! YOU'RE destroying the bond between you, Jemima, and me! Can't you see, that Jemima's is drifting farther and farther away? Eventually, she'll be out of our reach. And she has no friends to help her!
"I know," I lied. But, I knew he wouldn't approve, of anything I said.
"Good," Munkustrap kissed me on the forehead and went upstairs to our room to take a nap.
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I pressed my ear against the door of the master bedroom.
*Snore* *Snore*
I smiled. Good! Asleep! Proceeding to Phase 2 of plan!
I felt a slight pang of guilt, as I was being slightly unfaithful to Munkustrap. Creeping across the floor, I made sure to not make any noises while moving toward the phone.
BINGO!
I dialed a number I knew very well. The person, I trusted most, and talked to the most.
"Hello. Who is this?" the voice on the other end greeted.
"It's me," I replied.
"IT'S BEEN SO LONG! HOW HAVE YOU BEEN? IS CHEESE FALLING FROM YOUR ROOF? HAVE YOU BEEN SLEEPING ENOUGH?!"
"Calm down!" I commanded.
The person groaned, "Fine. It's just I haven't heard from you in a while. Why'd you call?"
"I need to ask a favor,"
"Anything for you, dear," the voice complied.
"I need you to take Jemima away,"
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Oooh. Not sure how this is going to turn out. I hope I get as many reviews as my first story!
