High School. A Teens Best Friend. Yeah Right.
By Risty Maskell and Silver15
Disclaimer: Nope, not ours.
Summary: Oh come on…
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I smiled. Billee was right. Were we going to let people who didn't care about Emma rule her life? Or were her friends who loved her like a sister, in Boromir's case, a girlfriend, going to take over and bring her back?
I had met Emma's parents before. They were nice to me, but very vague. Like they weren't all there or something. They used to leave us alone and not care about us.
Julia was still around. Elrond had given her a place to stay, because, even though she was twenty-five, he didn't like her living at home, alone.
I loved having my sister around. Because Emma was in hospital, Julia help me with wedding plans. It was early, yet, but I didn't care. We were doing a list of people to invite, when we heard shouting.
It was coming from Elrond's office. Julia looked at each other. We knew that shouting only too well. It was dad.
We raced down the hall towards the office. I was about to knock on the door, but I put my ear to it instead.
"You stupid elf! Where the hell are my kids! I want to talk to them!"
"Mr. Shadow, If you will just calm down I will tell you…" said Elrond, trailing off.
"Calm down? CALM DOWN!? You want me to calm down? WHERE THE HELL ARE THEY?!"
I opened the door. "Right here dad. Really you should learn to control your temper."
Dad turned blazing eyes to me. He was drunk. Again. "YOU LITTLE MONGREL!" He dove at me, pinning me to the floor, he slapped me across the face. I gasped. Pain shot through my cheek. I hadn't been slapped by my father for almost eight years, I had gotten to fast, and run away to Granny's. But now was a different time. Granny was gone and Jake, Julia and me were all alone. Dad kept slapping me in a drunken abuse, until I was black and blue. He punched me and hit me. All while keeping me pinned to the floor. Julia couldn't do anything. Neither could Elrond. But then Dad's weight was tackled off me and I lay there, winded and coughing, bruised from head to foot, while Billee beat the crap out of my dad. Julia comforted me and we watched Billee take on the Drunken hobbit we called dad.
"Don't ever hit MY friends or you will go straight to hell!" Yelled Billee, hitting dad, while crying in a fit of rage. It took both Julia and Elrond to lift him off my fathers unconscious form. When dad is drunk. It's only a matter of time before he goes into a deep snooze. Julia helped me up to the infirmary to lie down. I think I must have gone to sleep, because I woke up with Billee, Elrond, Frodo, Julia, Jake and Baz around me. Laddie was licking my hand. I hated my father. He was such a jackass. I hated him so much, I just wanted to kill him. He had killed my brothers and sister. Scared my twin sisters away and bashed and bullied Julia, Jake and Me for most of our lives. I knew that when I married Frodo, I could just start my life anew. I wouldn't have to worry about my father or mother ever again.
By Risty Maskell and Silver15
Disclaimer: Nope, not ours.
Summary: Oh come on…
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I smiled. Billee was right. Were we going to let people who didn't care about Emma rule her life? Or were her friends who loved her like a sister, in Boromir's case, a girlfriend, going to take over and bring her back?
I had met Emma's parents before. They were nice to me, but very vague. Like they weren't all there or something. They used to leave us alone and not care about us.
Julia was still around. Elrond had given her a place to stay, because, even though she was twenty-five, he didn't like her living at home, alone.
I loved having my sister around. Because Emma was in hospital, Julia help me with wedding plans. It was early, yet, but I didn't care. We were doing a list of people to invite, when we heard shouting.
It was coming from Elrond's office. Julia looked at each other. We knew that shouting only too well. It was dad.
We raced down the hall towards the office. I was about to knock on the door, but I put my ear to it instead.
"You stupid elf! Where the hell are my kids! I want to talk to them!"
"Mr. Shadow, If you will just calm down I will tell you…" said Elrond, trailing off.
"Calm down? CALM DOWN!? You want me to calm down? WHERE THE HELL ARE THEY?!"
I opened the door. "Right here dad. Really you should learn to control your temper."
Dad turned blazing eyes to me. He was drunk. Again. "YOU LITTLE MONGREL!" He dove at me, pinning me to the floor, he slapped me across the face. I gasped. Pain shot through my cheek. I hadn't been slapped by my father for almost eight years, I had gotten to fast, and run away to Granny's. But now was a different time. Granny was gone and Jake, Julia and me were all alone. Dad kept slapping me in a drunken abuse, until I was black and blue. He punched me and hit me. All while keeping me pinned to the floor. Julia couldn't do anything. Neither could Elrond. But then Dad's weight was tackled off me and I lay there, winded and coughing, bruised from head to foot, while Billee beat the crap out of my dad. Julia comforted me and we watched Billee take on the Drunken hobbit we called dad.
"Don't ever hit MY friends or you will go straight to hell!" Yelled Billee, hitting dad, while crying in a fit of rage. It took both Julia and Elrond to lift him off my fathers unconscious form. When dad is drunk. It's only a matter of time before he goes into a deep snooze. Julia helped me up to the infirmary to lie down. I think I must have gone to sleep, because I woke up with Billee, Elrond, Frodo, Julia, Jake and Baz around me. Laddie was licking my hand. I hated my father. He was such a jackass. I hated him so much, I just wanted to kill him. He had killed my brothers and sister. Scared my twin sisters away and bashed and bullied Julia, Jake and Me for most of our lives. I knew that when I married Frodo, I could just start my life anew. I wouldn't have to worry about my father or mother ever again.