(a/n- i am terribly sorry that i haven't updated my longer fics at the moment. i must admit that i am putting out short ones to make up for it. i guess im kinda procrastinating. sorry :(
but, after i finish this one, i will have run out of short fic ideas, so i will have no excuse. yay! or yay? i dont know. ask ron's dad. please r/r! no flames!)
(p.s.- the three tales are not related cause they're just not.)
(disclaimer- i own nothing)
Crying Because I Am Free: Tale One
My mother screams at me as she strikes me across the face. She's going to beat me again; I know it. I look at my only option. I run. I run as fast as I can and reach the door. She's still screaming at me, but I have to keep running. I run down the street, tears going down my cheeks. I wipe them away. I'm too old to cry now.
I have one thought in my head. "I'm going to go to James's house, and I'm never going back to mine."
I finally reach his house and knock on the door. He answers, and I just jump into his arms. I'm so happy to see him.
He looks a bit taken aback. I had forgotten: He doesn't know about my "parents."
"James," I say to him through my tears, "She was going to beat me again."
"Who, Padfoot?" he says.
"My mother," I reply.
"Oh, God, Siri," he says softly, "Why didn't you ever tell me? How long has she been doing it for?"
"As long as I can remember. I don't want to go back there, Prongs!"
I let go of him and he says, "Of course you're not going back there! You can move in with us. I promise, Siri, they'll never hurt you again."
He leads me into the house and introduces me to his mother. She is so nice. I've never had a mom like her. I guess she is almost my mom too now. She conjures up a bed for me and makes the best dinner I've ever eaten.
I hop into my bed, and turn off the light.
And I'm crying.
Crying because I am free.
(a/n- okay that first one was short, but the other ones will be longer. i hope you liked it! please review!)