Well, here it is…again. I don't know what happened before but it is back now so on with the show!
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Eight-year-old Patrick ran out of his front door and to the front gate where his best friend was waiting.
"Hey Frankie what's up?" Patrick asked.
Frankie didn't answer. He was staring at Patrick's house. Patrick turned around to see what he was looking at. A small girl was staring out the window at them. When she saw them staring she quickly ducked down.
Francis was confused. He and Patrick had been friends for as long as he could remember and he had never seen this girl before. "Who was that?" Francis said.
Patrick looked around;"W-Who was who?" He said nervously.
"Who was that-nevermind" Francis decided that he had been seeing things and the boys ran off to the river to play. When they got home that night the boys heard something break from inside. Patrick looked a little scared.
"Hey Patrick, what was that?" Patrick covered up the scared look on his face
" Ah dad just probably dropped a plate or something!" He said. The boys said good-bye and Patrick ran into the house and saw something that made his heart leap. His twin sister was huddled in a corner while their dad kicked, punched, and threw stuff at her. Patrick ran in front of her and got hit by an incoming bowl.
"Patrick!" His sister screamed.
"Run upstairs, Alexis!" He cried. She obeyed and Patrick got beaten until he could barely walk. He somehow made it up the stairs and into the room that he shared with his sister.
"Oh, Patrick are you alright?" She cried.
He was silent and went and lied down in the bed that they shared. She quickly got some wet rags and cleaned the blood. When she was done she laid down beside him. He put his arms around her and they talked
"Frankie saw you today," He said.
Alexis gasped "He-He did? Oh no Dad is going to kill me if he finds out!" She said. She cried as her brother sang her a lullaby that their mother used to sing to them
"On the wind, cross the sea, hear this song and remember, soon you'll be home with me, once upon a December
(*Authors note, this song belongs to the Disney movie Anastasia)"
They could hear shouts and moans coming from the next room through the papery thin walls. Their father and his nightly prostitute. They had to be quiet or their father would come in and hit them so the spoke in sign language. It wasn't really the true form of sign language. They had made it up on their own.
That night she dreamt of her mother and how they used to have picnics on the riverside then her mother died when she was six leaving them with a drunken father full of hate and remorse. He was ashamed of having a daughter and kept her locked in her room all day long. She only ate because Patrick snuck her food. Everyone had simply forgot that their family used to have a little girl. Everyone thought that it was just Patrick and his father.
Their father showed his hate for girls by beating her as often as he could. That's the only reason that he let Patrick out of the house, So that he couldn't be there to help her out. She awoke in a cold sweat, shaking. She went and sat by the window, staring out into the night, the one place that she couldn't be. Patrick came up behind her and put one arm around her. He pointed to a star right above them,
"See that star, the big twinkly one? That's our star, Mommy's there watching us. She one again fell asleep in her brothers' arms.
Well that's it for chapter one. Please stand by for chapter two. You don't have to review [You had better] No, really, you don't have to [What are you doing reading this?] I honestly don't care if you do or don't [review or I will soak ya!] so just enjoy the story GRRRRRR]
