The Story of Sally and Wilbur {COMPLETED}

Through Snowy Decembers

Sally was sitting on the edge of her bed her heart ached. It had been two days since the incident with Wilbur.

She hasn't been allowed to leave the house she is not even allowed on the patio. She looked through her window watching as the sunset and raised.

The days seemed to be passing slower and slower each moment. Sally was hurting her heart yearned for freedom from this prison.

She stood up and walked to her door opening it and turning. The white plush carpet tickled her toes.

The lights where on were almost blinding. Her long red hair was tied back in a messy bun.

She had on her Moms Glass Animals t-shirt it had lipstick stains. beer stains and other unrecognizable stains.

She had on her pink shorts but they didnt look like it. She had on shorts on her shirt fell over her but.

Her face felt so bare without all her makeup but at the same time. She felt so free her face not caked with fake.

Her feet made contact with the cold marble stairs. She shuttered for a quick second then walked downstairs the voice of her father echoing off the wall.

"Ah yes Sally is a very fine lady she was raised right"

Sally knew that voice better than anything but it was the other voice. She didnt recognized all that well.

"Ah yes that's the Wife material I except for my son"

Sally shuttered when she heard the word Wife.

She turned the corner and saw a man older than her father sitting at the table.

He had slicked-back gray hair with dark gray eyes. His face had a frown on it as it had cemented on there.

He looked Sally up and down then turned back to her Father.

"This is the daughter you speak of?"

Sally looked down and her father looked over quickly. She wasn't looking a lot like wife material.

"She doesn't normally look like this"

Her father stood up and walked over to her placing his and on her back.

"Why don't you get dressed like a nice Lady"

Sally glared at him a deep sigh escaping from her.

"why?"

Mr. Valentine's eyes marked his mouth twitched. His hand-folding as if he was daring her to continue.

So she did.

"Why must I go back and get dressed im comfortable and I do-"

Mr.Valentine grabbed her by the arm his grip tightening. His anger bubbling he looked back at the man at the table.

"I'll be back sir"

The man nodded Mr.Valentine dragged Sally upstairs. She was struggling trying to pull back trying to fight him.