"Stupid Mom. Stupid Aunt Sharon. Stupid Aunt April."
Eloise sat on her bed, vigorously brushing her doll's hair. She was in her favorite silky blue nightgown, the one that her dad had given her_
Before they took him.
He had been taken to prison, after being falsely accused of murder. Some teens gave the old owners double heart attacks, causing their death. They blamed her dad, who had only been taking a romantic stroll with her mother. He wasn't even aware of the incident, until the police questioned him. He was claimed guilty, and was taken to prison.
She held her doll in front of her face. "Molly, do you think Mommy, Aunt Sharon, and Aunt April are stupid, dumb, immature idiots?" She held the doll's head to her ear, as if it were whispering to her. She laughed. "I agree! Aunt April is a dumb, immature prat!"
She continued to play pretend with her doll. "Yes! Aunt Sharon is a big butted, self-centered moron!" she exclaimed. "Yes! Mom is an ugly, horse faced, rat haired freakazoid!"
She rolled back onto her bed, laughing hysterically. "Oh, Molly. Sometimes, I swear you're my only friend."
All of a sudden, the lock on her door clicked. "Huh?" she said, raising an eyebrow. She stood and walked quickly over to the door. She reached out and jiggled the doorknob, finding it locked.
"MOM! WHY'D YOU LOCK MY DOOR?" she hollered. No answer.
She jumped as she heard a piercing scream from downstairs. "AUNT APRIL? WHAT'S WRONG? IS THERE A RAT OR SOMETHING?" she yelled. No reply. Just continuous screams. These were soon joined by yells of "OVER MY DEAD BODY!" and "I'LL NEVER TELL YOU!" coming from Aunt Sharon. These yells of words were soon replaced by screams, which combined with Aunt April's.
"AUNT SHARON? WHAT'S THE MATTER? WHY ARE YOU AND AUNT APRIL SCREAMING? I'LL COME GET WHAT'S SCARING YOU IF YOU UNLOCK MY DOOR! AND WHAT AREN'T YOU TELLING, AUNT SHARON? TELLING WHO? AUNT SHARON! AUNT APRIL!" Eloise shouted as loud as she possibly could. Still just a loop of piercing screams.
Soon, the screams faded away, and she heard two thuds against the kitchen floor. "AUNTIES! AUNTIES! WHY DID YOU HIT THE FLOOR? IS EVERYTHING OK?! ANSWER ME!"
She gasped as she heard heavy footsteps pound up the stairs. She clutched Molly to her chest. "What's going on? I'm really scared." she whispered to her doll.
Her heart stopped when she heard a man's voice outside her room. "Find Sybil. NOW." the man snapped.
Eloise looked at Molly, tears forming in her eyes. "Molly, what's happening? Why do they want Mommy?"
Several pairs of feet paraded around the house, while Eloise was crouched in her room, sobbing silently. She was beginning to calm down a bit, until she heard a man exclaim "FOUND HER! I FOUND SYBIL!"
The many pairs of feet thudded toward her mother's bedroom. She heard the door slam open, and her mother screamed.
"NO! NO! STOP! I'LL NEVER TELL, NEVER! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!" her mother screamed.
"OH, REALLY?" the man shouted back. There was silence for a moment, until the man said "Take her out."
There was a horrible noise, like a knife cutting through a melon. Her mother screamed wildly for what seemed like hours to Eloise, until the screaming finally faded, followed by a thud.
The man chuckled. "Goodbye, Sybil Pines."
Eloise's heart flew into her throat. "WHO ARE YOU? WHAT DID YOU DO WITH MY MOMMY? AND MY AUNTIES? HUH? WHO ARE YOU?" she screamed.
"Sir, the child heard us." a voice said.
Footsteps neared her bedroom door, and she screamed as the door popped open. In front of her was a man, about 6'2, in a suit and a pair of dark sunglasses. He kneeled down in front of her and pulled her close to his face, by the collar of her nightgown. His breath smelled of cigarettes and alcohol.
"Now you listen here, you little brat. You will tell NO ONE what you saw or heard tonight. Otherwise, I will find you. And you, my dear girl_" he leaned even closer to her face "_ will be greatly sorry."
He harshly threw her to the ground. "Sweet nightmares." He and his workers paraded out of her house, chuckling wildly.
She stood up and raced to her mom's room. She screamed when she found her mother, on the floor. She was pouring blood, and was extremely pale. "E-Eloise…" her mother moaned quietly.
She ran to her mother and kneeled down. "Mommy, don't die! Please don't die! I need you! I love you!" she sobbed.
"Mommy doesn't have a choice. It was either my death, or our entire family's death. It's better this way, my love." She squeezed Eloise's hand. "Now listen. Here's my ring," she said, handing the little girl her diamond ring "Go get Aunt Sharon's. And Aunt April's. You keep those rings close and safe, you hear?"
"Yes, Mommy."
"Good. Now_ go to the sugar bowl and find my note. It'll teach you the rest."
Sybil exhaled. "Goodbye, Eloise. I love you."
Those were her last words, before her hand that had been squeezing Eloise's went limp.