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Seven (standard:other, 5465 words) | |||
Author: My | Added: Oct 21 2007 | Views/Reads: 2975/2100 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
This story is about a seven year old girl who has survived the apocalyspe and is working to bring the entire nation of chiledren under seven together. In a fight for surivival with no adults and no chance in hell of winning | |||
Chapter 1 The rain beat on the window pane in Jaime's bedroom. It was the same gray sky as yesterday, the same dreary house, the same stillness that always wrapped itself around this unfortunate little girl. She shifted her weight from one side to the other and winced as her bruises rubbed against the chair she was strapped to. Her mother's boss had beaten her again. For three years they had dated and for three years she had been beaten regularly by the both of them. I miss daddy, l he never hit me. She thought. A single tear rolled down her cheek. She was safe for a little while. Her mom wouldn't be home until late. I wish I wasn't strapped to this chair. I have to go to the bathroom. She knew she must sit silently and hold it though. Her mother would beat her bloody if she wet herself. Lightning flashed shaking Jaime from her thoughts scaring her so badly that she really did almost wet herself. She was so deep in thought that she didn't hear it when a car pulled up in the driveway. Is mommy home early? If I'm really good she'll untie me and then I'll be real quiet and hope that she forgets me. “Jaime”! Cried a deep voice No such luck it was Richards voice that assaulted her ears. I hope he's sober. I hope he forgets that I'm here. “Yes Sir”, she called back in a meek and timid voice. “Where the hell are you”? He screamed. “In my room sir”, she replied. She could hear his foot steps on the creaking floor boards and then the soft thump as he climbed the stairs. She watched with dread as the door knob turned and visibly slumped in her chair when he entered. He saw her strapped to the chair and smacked her. “You stupid girl what have you done this time?” She knew better than to tell him that she had done nothing so instead she said, “I was too loud sir.” He smacked her again. This time so hard that the chair she was sitting in fell back with her still tied to it. “Look what you made me do you worthless piece of crap! If you scratched your mother's floor I'll beat you bloody. All the same he untied her. She rolled off the chair and he kicked her hard in the stomach. One more bruise among many. She suddenly became aware of the tears running down her cheek and quickly wiped them away before he could see her weakness. He took one final look at her and spit on her. She lay in a ball on the floor and heard him rummaging through a drawer in her mothers bedroom. It seemed like ages had passed before she heard him shut the bedroom door and head back down the steps to leave again. She sat the chair in an upright position and went to the bathroom only just barely making it in time. Now that she was loose she needed to feed and bathe Chris her little brother whom thankfully Richard had forgotten about. As she went towards his room she could hear his gentle sobbing. She opened the door and found him huddled in a corner of his bed. When he saw her he ran into her arms and began crying so hard his whole little body began to shake. She took him downstairs into the kitchen. Their wasn't much food in the refrigerator but she found pancake mix and even found a little blueberry jam left to smear on his pancakes. All covered in Jam and smiling, Chris reached for Jaime and she picked him up and carried him to the bathtub. She even added a little of the lavender bubble bath she kept hidden to his bath water. “Jaime? Did he hit you again?” “Yeah he hit me. It wasn't that bad though.” She said softly He yawned loudly and his eyelids began to droop. “Chris I think someone needs a nap.” He nodded his head and Jaime quickly rinsed the soap off. “Jaime...I love you.” “I love you too.” She reached for a towel and dried him off. Together they walked towards his room hand in hand. They opened his drawer in search of the perfect pair of pajamas. Upon finding them and putting those on Chris climbed into bed and Jaime hopped in next to him. The two of them cuddled together and took a nice long nap. Jaime woke to the sound of her mothers car backfiring. She could only hope her mommy would forget her. She could only pray that just once mommy wouldn't hit her. Janice walked into the house. It was dead quiet and the kitchen was spotless. So the little brat finally figured out how to clean the damn house. She was exhausted and just wanted to lie down and enjoy some peace and quiet. She slowly walked up the stairs. She could hear Chris snoring from the stairwell. As she reached the landing she sighed, she didn't have the energy to deal with Jaime at the moment. Besides for Click here to read the rest of this story (387 more lines)
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