Okay, this is my first fan fiction. There are others still in the planning process, but, as of now, I'm in study hall and I've got no homework that I can do right now, so, without further ado, here's my story:
Oh, and, by the way, I only own Michelle, her family, and any other characters that I make- up along the way.
Unspoken
Chapter 1
"Wham!" The front door of the Williams house swung open and then hit angrily against the wall. A terrifying voice called for an innocent seven- year- old girl up the stairway, reading in her room. A thick stroke of fear jolted through her like lightening. She sprinted down the stairs to the living room, fearing what would become of her if she didn't. She looked around for the voice, only to be welcomed by the pounding of footsteps, followed by the sharp and forceful slap of her father's palm. Sitting against the wall that the slap had pushed her into, she heard her mother's ear- piercing cries for help. Blinded by pain, she could only just hear her mother running as fast as she could from the kitchen into the living room, tripping, and then stumbling up the stairs, closely followed by the enraged footsteps following her up the stairs.
The girl- Michelle- had been pretending to be unconscious to avoid any further beatings for the night. Carefully, she crawled over to the telephone and pressed the 2 on speed dial and called the Matthews' house.
"Hello?" The familiar voice of her best friend- Keith- rang curiously on the other end.
"Shhh! Listen, Two- Bit, it's Michelle, I—"She was cut short by her mother's persistent and uncontrollable screams, followed by a quick yell from her father and then deadly silence. "Two- Bit, my dad, he's gone mad again.... I have to get out of here..."
"Great! You can live here with me! Tomorrow- if you're feelin' alright- I can take you to meet my friends and-" "He sounds excited. Almost too excited," she thought to herself.
"No, no, my parents would go to your house first to look for me," she thought to herself for a moment, and then continued, "After I get off of the phone, I'll run away to your house. Until then, think of which one of your close- and most trusted- friends would have no problem helping me hide, okay? 'Bye- bye."
She hastily hung up the phone, fearing that her father would come tearing down the stairs and kill her. Instead, she heard those pounding footsteps walk into the upstairs bathroom. "Probably washing Mom's blood off of his hands," Michelle thought. She quietly slithered to the door, careful not to draw any of her father's attention to herself. She turned the knob, slipped outside, and silently shut the door. Even outside she could hear her father bolting down the stairs, and, with that, she took off like a gun shot, ripping down the streets towards the Matthews' house.
I know that it was short and, I promise, future chapters will be longer!! Please R&R!!!!