The Story of Sally and Wilbur {COMPLETED}

Once Lived Happily

Sally was sitting on the red white velvet couch. Her long hair was braided and was over her shoulder.

She was wearing a nice red dress with white at the ends. Her bangs swooped in front of dark green eyes.

She had on nice white gloves her freckles sprayed on her shoulders.

It was a big night in the normally silent mansion.

Her Father was visiting tonight.

It was a huge deal for her father to visit the cook's were cooking more than usual.

The maids were cleaning every single crevice in the house.

Sally's father if you could even call him that. He drifts in and out of her life like a mist.

He never tried to get to know his daughter. Leaving her with his Alcoholic wife.

Of course, he tried to buy her love and he is still. Trying the first it was a piano.

Then a Couches and Fish Tanks and piles and piles of Jewelry

Sally was sick of this life.

She wasn't even allowed to go to public school. Her mother drank till she couldn't remember her middle name.

Sometimes she wouldn't even call her Sally she would call her Lindsy. She would come into her room and cry on her bed.

When Sally was younger it would scare her. She would start crying and start begging in dutch.

The only language she knew at the time.

"Mama what's wrong Mama please Mama"

Soft echoes of Sally's cries filled the house until Mary. The maid has been working for this family for years.

She Would have to come and drag her Mother out by force.

Her mother screaming and crying as her drunk ass was being dragged out.

Sally shook her head whipping the memories from her mind.

She took in a deep breath standing up and walking to the sweet aroma. Of the kitchen.

She entered to see pots of traditional Dutch dishes. That would make someone who only spoke English twist their tongues.

Sally walked past the Dishes the sounds of chef Kenny yelling at the others. To move it.

Although all the staff was hurrying to finish the best dinner. So that her father wouldn't fire them.

Sally felt the urge to walk over and spit in each bowl and plate.

She loathed her father if that wasn't painstakingly clear.

Never around to see her first words he wasn't there to comfort her. When she had nightmares he was like a myth.

Sally turned back around leaving the kitchen. Her pride slowly falling apart.

The table was set with the nicest of China. With crystal silverware and a nice white cloth underneath all of it.