Authors Note – Ok ok I'll admit I kinda got absorbed in this so I'm gonna
put up two chapters at the same time! Hope you like it!!
Disclaimer – I'm broke, after writing this I will remain broke therefore not mine not making money from it!
Chapter 3
A tall brown haired woman walks down stairs she is carrying two suitcases and several other bags. Her beautifully made up face is wearing a worried expression. At the bottom of the stairs is a small girl only 7 years old and with the same long brown hair as her mother. Tears are rolling down the girls face and she is looking terrified, she is unconsciously puling the strand of hair, which falls, across her face.
'Mommy, mommy' the girl calls suddenly stretching out her hands toward the woman who is carefully walking down stairs carrying too many bags. 'Mommy don't go'
The woman looks towards the girl and says snappily 'Christa I don't have time for this, Mommy has to go now, she has important business to do' She reaches the bottom of the stairs and drops the bags to the floor. The girl runs up to her and throws her arms around the long, expensively clad legs. 'Christa stop being silly, I have to go, this is important' She tries to gently push the crying child away from her but when this fails she administers a much harder shove. The girl, being caught off balance trips up and lands hard on the floor, she sits there looking upwards as her mothers runs up the stairs.
She follows, running up the stairs as fast as her small legs will carry her and tumbles into a bedroom. It s elegantly furnished in direct contrast to the rest of the house but it contains no personal items, no photos, no clothes, not even a book or a magazine. She runs towards her mother and says quietly to her. 'I'll be good mommy, I promise I will, I mean I've been trying, I have but I will try harder mommy. I promise, I promise mommy please stay here' she is pleading, begging but her mother merely looks irritated.
'Christa, this is important to Mommy, now can you please go downstairs your going to mess up mommy's nice room' The girl walks slowly towards the door tears dripping off her cheeks, as she reaches the door she turns back.
'Mommy what did I do wrong? I'll try to make it better I promise. And if Johnny did something wrong he's sorry too mommy. Please can we come to, Mommy please.' The woman looks at the little girl angrily, and she cowers in the corner not wanting to leave the room and her mother.
'Christa, You CANNOT come, you are a big girl now and all this crying is babyish. Only babies cry and you don't want everyone to think your just a big baby now do you?' the frightened child simply shakes her head and looks with trepidation at her mother. ' Now you've got to promise Mommy something now, come here' the woman's voice is saccharine and false. The girl doesn't mind, she doesn't notice all this is to her is proof that her mommy really loves her. 'Promise mommy you won't tell Johnny where I've gone until tomorrow, this will be our little secret after all us girls hafta stick together' The child looks up adoringly at her mother, she nods vigorously and tries to reach up and give her a kiss. The woman grasps her arm in a tight grip and avoids the wet upturned face. 'Promise me crystal, promise me you won't tell Johnny.'
'Yes Mommy, I promise, cross my heart and hope to die' she was rewarded with another false smile and then the woman stands up. The girl starts to look around her frantically she is getting desperate. 'I love you Mommy, I do please don't go please Mommy. I'll do anything you want me to Please, don't go please' as the child continues to beg the woman walks out of the bedroom and quickly runs downstairs. She gathers her bags ignorantly the increasingly hysterical screams of 'Mommy, stay Mommy I love you, please, I'll be good' coming from the top of the stairs.
'Be good crystal, always remember that we can only do what makes us happy in life ' the woman calls as she opens the front door of the dilapidated house.
'I can make you happy Mommy' the girl screams but the woman just laughs and walks out the door. 'I love you Mommy, I love you and you love me to don't you Mommy?? Mommy?? I love you, and you do love me too?? Mommy!!' She runs towards the door and pulls it open just in time to see a taxi pull away.
'MOMMY'
She falls onto the floor sobbing, her heart ripped into shreds.
Disclaimer – I'm broke, after writing this I will remain broke therefore not mine not making money from it!
Chapter 3
A tall brown haired woman walks down stairs she is carrying two suitcases and several other bags. Her beautifully made up face is wearing a worried expression. At the bottom of the stairs is a small girl only 7 years old and with the same long brown hair as her mother. Tears are rolling down the girls face and she is looking terrified, she is unconsciously puling the strand of hair, which falls, across her face.
'Mommy, mommy' the girl calls suddenly stretching out her hands toward the woman who is carefully walking down stairs carrying too many bags. 'Mommy don't go'
The woman looks towards the girl and says snappily 'Christa I don't have time for this, Mommy has to go now, she has important business to do' She reaches the bottom of the stairs and drops the bags to the floor. The girl runs up to her and throws her arms around the long, expensively clad legs. 'Christa stop being silly, I have to go, this is important' She tries to gently push the crying child away from her but when this fails she administers a much harder shove. The girl, being caught off balance trips up and lands hard on the floor, she sits there looking upwards as her mothers runs up the stairs.
She follows, running up the stairs as fast as her small legs will carry her and tumbles into a bedroom. It s elegantly furnished in direct contrast to the rest of the house but it contains no personal items, no photos, no clothes, not even a book or a magazine. She runs towards her mother and says quietly to her. 'I'll be good mommy, I promise I will, I mean I've been trying, I have but I will try harder mommy. I promise, I promise mommy please stay here' she is pleading, begging but her mother merely looks irritated.
'Christa, this is important to Mommy, now can you please go downstairs your going to mess up mommy's nice room' The girl walks slowly towards the door tears dripping off her cheeks, as she reaches the door she turns back.
'Mommy what did I do wrong? I'll try to make it better I promise. And if Johnny did something wrong he's sorry too mommy. Please can we come to, Mommy please.' The woman looks at the little girl angrily, and she cowers in the corner not wanting to leave the room and her mother.
'Christa, You CANNOT come, you are a big girl now and all this crying is babyish. Only babies cry and you don't want everyone to think your just a big baby now do you?' the frightened child simply shakes her head and looks with trepidation at her mother. ' Now you've got to promise Mommy something now, come here' the woman's voice is saccharine and false. The girl doesn't mind, she doesn't notice all this is to her is proof that her mommy really loves her. 'Promise mommy you won't tell Johnny where I've gone until tomorrow, this will be our little secret after all us girls hafta stick together' The child looks up adoringly at her mother, she nods vigorously and tries to reach up and give her a kiss. The woman grasps her arm in a tight grip and avoids the wet upturned face. 'Promise me crystal, promise me you won't tell Johnny.'
'Yes Mommy, I promise, cross my heart and hope to die' she was rewarded with another false smile and then the woman stands up. The girl starts to look around her frantically she is getting desperate. 'I love you Mommy, I do please don't go please Mommy. I'll do anything you want me to Please, don't go please' as the child continues to beg the woman walks out of the bedroom and quickly runs downstairs. She gathers her bags ignorantly the increasingly hysterical screams of 'Mommy, stay Mommy I love you, please, I'll be good' coming from the top of the stairs.
'Be good crystal, always remember that we can only do what makes us happy in life ' the woman calls as she opens the front door of the dilapidated house.
'I can make you happy Mommy' the girl screams but the woman just laughs and walks out the door. 'I love you Mommy, I love you and you love me to don't you Mommy?? Mommy?? I love you, and you do love me too?? Mommy!!' She runs towards the door and pulls it open just in time to see a taxi pull away.
'MOMMY'
She falls onto the floor sobbing, her heart ripped into shreds.