My Valentine
Author's Note: Sorry it took me so long to get this up...I've been grounded from the computer. Thanks for all the great reviews--they're appreciated big-time.
~~ I don't know where I am. It's a house, a small one that is clean except for the beer bottles strewn about the floor. Looking out a window, I see that I'm somewhere in the desert. This place feels oddly familiar, but I've never been here before.
Suddenly, I know why I feel this weird feeling. The little girl sitting on a chair in the kitchen, doing homework...
I walk over to her, and sit down next to her. She looks up at me, big brown eyes shining and curious.
"Hi. What's your name?" I ask her. She glances quickly at the living room, where a man sits in a chair, snoring. Beer bottles clutter the floor around him. Then the girl looks back at me.
"I'm Sarah. What's your name?" She asks. She must only be eight or nine. It's her...
"I'm Harm." I tell her. She smiles at me, a smile that is eerily similar to the one that smiles back at me whenever I see this little girl grown up. This is young Sarah MacKenzie. This doesn't make sense. Where's her mother? She didn't leave until Sarah was fifteen.
"Harm's a weird name." She says, wrinkling her nose. I nod, amused at the cute gesture. She's adorable. I can see us having a daughter just like this.
"Yeah, I used to think so too. But it was my dad's name, so I like it." I tell her, my stomach and chest tight as I remember more and more about the kind of childhood that the woman I love had.
"Yeah, that's neat. My dad's name is Joe, but I'm glad I'm not named after him." The little girl says. I nod.
"That might be weird." I say. She nods too.
"Yeah." Suddenly, the man in the living room gets out of his chair and walks toward the kitchen, where little Sarah and I are talking.
"SARAH! Who the hell is that?" He yells, his voice rough and his appearance even rougher. Joe MacKenzie is a handsome man, which doesn't surprise me in the least. His daughter grows up to be even more beautiful than she was as a child. Sarah and I both stand up, facing the tough-looking man that is glaring at me.
"This is my friend Harm, daddy." She says, her voice small. I look over at her, almost surprised when I see that I'm three feet taller than her. She's just a kid. I look at Joe.
"You little idiot. What are you doing letting strangers into the house?" He asks, glaring at his daughter. The beautiful little girl shrinks away from her father, fear in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, daddy." She whimpers. He moves toward her, and I grab for his arm to stop him. My hand goes through him, and he strikes her so hard that she falls to the ground, crying.
Joe MacKenzie never beat Sarah. This is not right.
My heart aches and my body tenses, frustration welling up in me as I realize...
"You have no power here, Rabb." Clark Palmer sneers, standing where Joe just was.
"Palmer, if you touch her again-" I begin, but he smirks.
"You can't do anything. You're powerless, and we both know how you love that." He says, turning back to Sarah and kicking her in the ribs. I try to hit him, but I'm powerless to do anything and I cringe and grab my head with my hands, trying to make this stop.
When I look back at him, he's still beating her, but now she's grown up, into the woman that I know and love. Her blood stains the floor, her cries for help break my heart.
"Harm, help me!" She cries, and Palmer beats her harder. Her cries continue and finally I can't take it anymore.
"NOOOOO!" I scream, covering my face once again and tensing my body so much that it hurts.
I want this to end.
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Author's Note2: Man, what a sucky dream to have...
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Author's Note: Sorry it took me so long to get this up...I've been grounded from the computer. Thanks for all the great reviews--they're appreciated big-time.
~~ I don't know where I am. It's a house, a small one that is clean except for the beer bottles strewn about the floor. Looking out a window, I see that I'm somewhere in the desert. This place feels oddly familiar, but I've never been here before.
Suddenly, I know why I feel this weird feeling. The little girl sitting on a chair in the kitchen, doing homework...
I walk over to her, and sit down next to her. She looks up at me, big brown eyes shining and curious.
"Hi. What's your name?" I ask her. She glances quickly at the living room, where a man sits in a chair, snoring. Beer bottles clutter the floor around him. Then the girl looks back at me.
"I'm Sarah. What's your name?" She asks. She must only be eight or nine. It's her...
"I'm Harm." I tell her. She smiles at me, a smile that is eerily similar to the one that smiles back at me whenever I see this little girl grown up. This is young Sarah MacKenzie. This doesn't make sense. Where's her mother? She didn't leave until Sarah was fifteen.
"Harm's a weird name." She says, wrinkling her nose. I nod, amused at the cute gesture. She's adorable. I can see us having a daughter just like this.
"Yeah, I used to think so too. But it was my dad's name, so I like it." I tell her, my stomach and chest tight as I remember more and more about the kind of childhood that the woman I love had.
"Yeah, that's neat. My dad's name is Joe, but I'm glad I'm not named after him." The little girl says. I nod.
"That might be weird." I say. She nods too.
"Yeah." Suddenly, the man in the living room gets out of his chair and walks toward the kitchen, where little Sarah and I are talking.
"SARAH! Who the hell is that?" He yells, his voice rough and his appearance even rougher. Joe MacKenzie is a handsome man, which doesn't surprise me in the least. His daughter grows up to be even more beautiful than she was as a child. Sarah and I both stand up, facing the tough-looking man that is glaring at me.
"This is my friend Harm, daddy." She says, her voice small. I look over at her, almost surprised when I see that I'm three feet taller than her. She's just a kid. I look at Joe.
"You little idiot. What are you doing letting strangers into the house?" He asks, glaring at his daughter. The beautiful little girl shrinks away from her father, fear in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, daddy." She whimpers. He moves toward her, and I grab for his arm to stop him. My hand goes through him, and he strikes her so hard that she falls to the ground, crying.
Joe MacKenzie never beat Sarah. This is not right.
My heart aches and my body tenses, frustration welling up in me as I realize...
"You have no power here, Rabb." Clark Palmer sneers, standing where Joe just was.
"Palmer, if you touch her again-" I begin, but he smirks.
"You can't do anything. You're powerless, and we both know how you love that." He says, turning back to Sarah and kicking her in the ribs. I try to hit him, but I'm powerless to do anything and I cringe and grab my head with my hands, trying to make this stop.
When I look back at him, he's still beating her, but now she's grown up, into the woman that I know and love. Her blood stains the floor, her cries for help break my heart.
"Harm, help me!" She cries, and Palmer beats her harder. Her cries continue and finally I can't take it anymore.
"NOOOOO!" I scream, covering my face once again and tensing my body so much that it hurts.
I want this to end.
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Author's Note2: Man, what a sucky dream to have...
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