Cecelia
6 years old
I loved it when I could escape from my house.
My daddy has always been mean since momma died.
He yells angrily and hits me till he passes out on the floor drunk.
"No daddy please!"I plead as he tries to open up my door
"You best open this damn door Cecelia!"He yells with so much hate
dripping from the words.I look around my room,my black hair
whipping around in the air and gliding against my skin,The window.
I grab my hair ribbon,I open my window and I crawl out.
I start sprinting to the forest,I eventually stop near a clearing to
tie my hair up.I hear twigs breaking and I stiffen."Please no!"I wail out,crouching
and hugging my knees."What're you doin' out ere'?"I hear.I look
up to see a boy with a plain grey shirt and dirty pants with
ragged shoes and messy brown hair."I-I had to run."I say wiping away the
tears."My daddy would have beaten me somethin' fierce if I didn't."I say
quietly."My names Ceceila."I says wiping off my hands on my
grey pajama pants.He nods his head."My daddy hurts me too."He
says quietly.I look up at him and I see his blue eyes water."Daryl!"I
hear a gruff voice yell out "Bes' get yer ass back 'ome boy!"I hear the voice
again and he shivers with fright."I better get back home."He says,then he runs off."Bye."I say quietly.
I quietly creep back into my house and I hear loud snores come from
Daddy's room.I sigh with relief and I walk into the kitchen to get some
water but the faucet doesn't even have one drip of water.He didn't pay
the water bill.I walk back into my bedroom and I crawl into my
closet and fall fast asleep thinking of the boy that I had met today.
YOU ARE READING
The darkest days
FanfictionWe both share a dark past. One that tells the same story. It's the past that brought us together. And took us apart.
