A small girl sat alone in a room. She cried, as she stared at her
parents lifeless bodies. They had been killed only hours earlier, and she
had witnessed it first hand. The unknown murder had not seen her because
her mother, Faith O' Conner, had hidden her in the closet. Tru had called
the cops, like her mom had told her to do when ever something bad happened.
They had asked the 10 year old what had happened, she told them her mommy
wasn't moving, and that she wouldn't answer her.
7 years later.
Tru awoke with sweat covering her body. She was 17 now, and she still had the same nightmare of her mother being killed. She jumped slightly as she heard a bark of laughter from her uncle, who was in the next room watching TV. Tru turned her head to look at the clock beside her. It read 10:35pm.
Sighing she settled back down trying to sleep. But in her mind she continuously goes over everything that had happened in the last seven years. Moving in with her uncle after her mom's death, her uncle beating her, and having barley any friends. She decided she had had enough of her uncle's abusive nature, and drunken habits.
Tru jumped quietly out of bed, and threw her night gown off, and pulled out a pair of jeans, and a black t-shirt. Grabbing her suitcase out of her closet she snatched shirts, pants, jeans, undergarments, socks, and a couple pairs of shoes. Tru then put on a pair of socks, followed by running shoes. Tru picked up her suitcase, took some money of her dresser, and walked quietly to the front door.
"Where do u think your going, young lady?" Came her uncle's booming drunken voice from behind her. Tru swiveled around, to see her uncle. His name was Charles, he was approximately 6'3, heavy, and had a hard backhand.
"I'm leaving, you over grown jerk!" Tru answered defiantly, squaring her shoulders and glaring at him angrily.
"Get your ass back in that room of yours, brat." He replied in an eerily calm voice.
"No." Tru told him.
"Ungrateful brat." He muttered as he took a swing at her.
Tru surprised them both when she caught it in mid air, twisted it behind his back, and kicked him to the floor.
Tru looked at her hand then down at her uncle, and smiled. "Ya know what, Uncle Charles, I don't think I'll miss home." She said snidely.
Tru turned on her heel, grabbed her suitcase that had dropped to the floor, and walked out the door, without looking back. To be continued?
7 years later.
Tru awoke with sweat covering her body. She was 17 now, and she still had the same nightmare of her mother being killed. She jumped slightly as she heard a bark of laughter from her uncle, who was in the next room watching TV. Tru turned her head to look at the clock beside her. It read 10:35pm.
Sighing she settled back down trying to sleep. But in her mind she continuously goes over everything that had happened in the last seven years. Moving in with her uncle after her mom's death, her uncle beating her, and having barley any friends. She decided she had had enough of her uncle's abusive nature, and drunken habits.
Tru jumped quietly out of bed, and threw her night gown off, and pulled out a pair of jeans, and a black t-shirt. Grabbing her suitcase out of her closet she snatched shirts, pants, jeans, undergarments, socks, and a couple pairs of shoes. Tru then put on a pair of socks, followed by running shoes. Tru picked up her suitcase, took some money of her dresser, and walked quietly to the front door.
"Where do u think your going, young lady?" Came her uncle's booming drunken voice from behind her. Tru swiveled around, to see her uncle. His name was Charles, he was approximately 6'3, heavy, and had a hard backhand.
"I'm leaving, you over grown jerk!" Tru answered defiantly, squaring her shoulders and glaring at him angrily.
"Get your ass back in that room of yours, brat." He replied in an eerily calm voice.
"No." Tru told him.
"Ungrateful brat." He muttered as he took a swing at her.
Tru surprised them both when she caught it in mid air, twisted it behind his back, and kicked him to the floor.
Tru looked at her hand then down at her uncle, and smiled. "Ya know what, Uncle Charles, I don't think I'll miss home." She said snidely.
Tru turned on her heel, grabbed her suitcase that had dropped to the floor, and walked out the door, without looking back. To be continued?