The Ghost.

Chapter 6

June 7th, 1980. The first time my father ever hit me. I remember, like it was just yesterday. He didn't care that he hit me. The only thing he cared about was his bull dog, missy. You see I tripped over her causing me to fall. She yipped. Father said it was all my fault and then slapped me across the face. Mother she just stood there and watched. She couldn't do anything, because he beat her to. Mother never did find out what happened. She never knew her daughter was killed by her own father. She just thought I was kidnapped. Father always put on a show for the police, making them think he was a perfect father.

My Fathers name is Bruce, Bruce Dean. Which makes me Emily Dean. If you ever came upon Bruce Dean you would think he was a swell looking man, but deep in the shadows hes a murder. I wish someone would find my body, and let my spirit rest, knowing that he's put away.

I hear horror in my heart. Someone must have spotted me, but who? I look all around me, but nothing. I call Patricia asking if she knew who the person was. She knew neither. rummaging through the grass I spot a little girl. Maybe 7 or 8, so tinny. Her little fingers were almost like bones. Bending down I smile at her (thanking the Top Gods for allowing me to smile at least). She had bruises everywhere on her body. The moment I saw them I knew what she was going through.

Her name is Sarah Frank. She's 11 years old, but is so tiny she can be mistaken as a 7 or 8 year old. She gently with her tiny fingers feel my hair every detail in my hair. Surprisingly she wasn't scared. She felt the details in my face, and looked me in the eyes. “Cool.” she says in a faint voice. Once she was done examining me she moved over to Patrisha. She did everything she did with my feeling every ridge Patricia had on her face.

Sarah takes me, and Patricia's hands leading us to a brick house. Where inside you will find a cruel family, but in other peoples perspective they look like a regular “normal family”. But they are far from it.

As we walk inside the mother ran over to Sarah as if she was coming for a hug. She gets down on her knees, and shakes Sarah.

“WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU BEEN?!” the mother asked.

“I’m sorry mommy I want out in the grass.”

“You little bitch get back in the barn. I'll deal with you later.

She looked up at us knowing that her mother didn't know we were there. When her mother meant she was going to get it later she meant it. Hours later he mother came in with a rope, and tired sarah up. Leaving her there, but of course me and Patricia untied her. This little girl hasn't eaten in days. Knowing that I could only touch her things, I was able to walk into their kitchen and get food.

The little girl gobbled down the food. Her mother has been doing this to her for years, and there a rich family. The little girl where raggy hand me downs.

Her mother is going to suffer.

Bitch.