In His Arms

The Beginning

I woke up to my mom screaming at me again... ugh. Her voice makes me want to throw up in some tinfoil and eat it, it's so loud and grating—she sounds like if Fred Figglehorn had a baby with Marge Simpson. I'm used to her by now, though, I've heard it my whole life. It's like she actually thinks she's going to get through to me.
I roll out of bed and go to the bathroom to get ready for the day. I look at myself in the mirror and sigh heavily, admiring the person I see staring back at me. I don't believe in God, but if there is one I'd like to thank him for making me the prettiest girl in the world. I stare into my baby blue ocean crystal orbs and smile with my perfect teeth.
"Emily! Get down here!" My mom yells, making me groan. I can't get ready in peace? Why does she want me to get down there so quickly?
"Give me a minute, mom!" I yell, not caring about whether or not she could hear me.
I now had to get ready quickly, which meant I wasn't able to do my 50 step skin care routine or my 3-hour long exercise routine. Ugh, I have the hardest life ever. Oh well, it's not like I need to exercise. I'm⁠ only seventy pounds—so small and cute! I brush my long blond hair, putting it into a messy bun after. Most girls look like a homeless person when they do messy buns, but not me, I look like a model. Once my hair is done I go into my bedroom to get dressed, opting for a simple pair of black jeans and a pink crop top with the words "I'm a baddie" printed in glitter on the front of it. It's my favorite shirt, I like it because it only speaks the truth.
"Emily, come down here right now!" My mother scream, angry with me. I did what she said this time, not because I wanted to but because she was annoying as heck and I was tired of hearing her. I left my room and hurried down the stairs.
"What do you need?" I asked as I came into the kitchen. As soon as I walked in I froze, my eyes going wide. Sitting at our kitchen table was one of the purple monsters from the movie Scooby-Doo Spooky Island.
"H-H-Hi." I waved at him, brushing some hair behind my ear. My cheeks were hot, I could tell I was blushing even if I couldn't see my face. I couldn't even look at him, it flustered me. I felt butterflies in my stomach and I didn't know why⁠—there was just something about him.
"Honey, sit down." My mom began, motioning to one of the kitchen chairs. I obeyed immediately because I didn't want the Spooky Island monster to think I was a bad girl. My mom continued speaking. "This is Kenneth, he's the CEO of Spooky Island.. I sold you to him."
"What?" I asked, shocked. I looked at Kenneth, then at my mom, then at Kenneth again. Tears started to drip down my perfectly porcelain cheeks, I was glad I looked beautiful when I cried⁠—I'd hate for Kenneth to see me like this. "You can't sell me to him, he's a-a monster!"
"I'm sorry." My mom spoke, sounding like she was going to cry herself. "I had to sell you to him, honey! Your father got laid off at work and we can't afford the house or food, it was either you or the dog and we-" She sobbed. "We love the dog!"
Kenneth reached his freakishly long arm across the table and gripped my shoulder, his purple veiny skin stood out against my pretty pink shirt. His voice was terrifying but hot at the same time. It sounded like a cat being drug down a gravel road.
"You got nothing to be afraid of, I'm going to take good care of you. You're going to be happy on Spooky Island."
"You promise?" I ask, looking up at Kenneth, my eyes full of tears.
"I promise." He smiled. Jesus Christ⁠—his smile was scary.
"Go pack your bags, honey. You have a flight to catch."
So I did. I went up to my room and packed my suitcase as quickly as I could. I didn't want to be late for my flight, I also didn't want to stay in the same house as my mother after she just sold me to a literal monster. When I went back downstairs mom and Kenneth were no longer in the kitchen, they were standing by the front door.
"Are you ready to go, kitten whiskers?" Kenneth asked. I blushed. It was suddenly hard to speak, I was stuttering so bad.
"Y-Y-Ye-Yes."
I left without hugging my mom, drove to the airport with Kenneth, got on the plane, and started my journey to Spooky Island.