(Sorry that this is so short, but I didn't want to write too much for this
part. I hope you like it and I will be posting the first chapter soon, so
enjoy! (
The scared little girl lay awake that night. The voices of her parents downstairs were clear in her head. Trying to drown out the protesting shouts of her mother, she put her pillows against her ears.
She hated when they faught, but had gotten used to it by now. It happened every time her mother came home after being gone for, sometimes, days at a time. Lori remembered her father once telling her to hide when this happened. Her mother could get out of hand, and what her father called, violent. Lori thought of how much she disliked the word, but then got rid of the idea. She was afraid that disliking the word violent would mean that she disliked her mother, which was not true.
Loud footsteps ca,e from the other side of her bedroom door. Lori heard one last shout of her mother's, and then scrambled under her bed. It was the crying time again and Lori tried hard to avoid it, whenever possible.
"Lori dear?" Her mother whispered stiffly, but calmly, as she opened the door. Lori shook with fear under her bed. The child could see her mother's bare feet through the covers of the bed. They slowly moved closer and closer to where Lori was, and the girl inched her hands away from the edge. Lori heard her mother mumble words under her breathe that shocked her, but only for a second.
"Where is that damned girl?" Her mother asked with anger. Lori was used to that by now to, but she wished her mother would stop. She knew that if she continued, she would go to the fiery place her nana calls hell. Lori didn't want this to happen, so she crawled out from under the bed.....
The scared little girl lay awake that night. The voices of her parents downstairs were clear in her head. Trying to drown out the protesting shouts of her mother, she put her pillows against her ears.
She hated when they faught, but had gotten used to it by now. It happened every time her mother came home after being gone for, sometimes, days at a time. Lori remembered her father once telling her to hide when this happened. Her mother could get out of hand, and what her father called, violent. Lori thought of how much she disliked the word, but then got rid of the idea. She was afraid that disliking the word violent would mean that she disliked her mother, which was not true.
Loud footsteps ca,e from the other side of her bedroom door. Lori heard one last shout of her mother's, and then scrambled under her bed. It was the crying time again and Lori tried hard to avoid it, whenever possible.
"Lori dear?" Her mother whispered stiffly, but calmly, as she opened the door. Lori shook with fear under her bed. The child could see her mother's bare feet through the covers of the bed. They slowly moved closer and closer to where Lori was, and the girl inched her hands away from the edge. Lori heard her mother mumble words under her breathe that shocked her, but only for a second.
"Where is that damned girl?" Her mother asked with anger. Lori was used to that by now to, but she wished her mother would stop. She knew that if she continued, she would go to the fiery place her nana calls hell. Lori didn't want this to happen, so she crawled out from under the bed.....