Sweet sweet escape.. Or is it?

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I ran into the children's room and shushed Rosie.
I thought everything was alright now. Rosie fell asleep again and I told the little girl I was going on a walk. She asked me if her and Rosie could tag along. I agreed.I wasn't gonna let that monster hurt them.

I took the little girl and Rosie outside. Of course, I had dressed them up because it was, as the little girl told me, fall. Or, in other words, autumn.

(We went outside, locking the front door, walking fast)

As the little girl happily ran out of the front door, I went after her. As I got outside, I realized it wasnt a castle. It was just a.. big wooden house..

As we got outside I realized that we were in a village. 
"Do I have any friends in this village?"
"Oh mommy, you're so silly! Of course you do! You have your friend, Rose! Remember? You said you would name your children after eachother! But, she had a son so his name is Johnny.. If she had a daughter she said she'd name her something similar to Iris. That's why my sister's name is Rosie."

*What? Rose? Oh, I have to save theese poor children!*

(The little girl walking backwards suddely trips over a rock and I catch her arm before she hit the ground)

"Oh my, thank you for saving me mommy!"
"It's nothing sweetie."
"Ouch, my leg!" I yelped in pain.
"Mommy are you okay? Is it your right leg again?"

*How.. how does she know my right leg hurts..?*
*She must know something I don't... I have to ask her.*

"How.. how did you know my right leg hurts?"
" I saw daddy hitting you there with his belt! Please tell me if it hurts so I can go get Rose to help you!"
"I'm okay.. Just... Please take Rosie and go to Rose's house.."
"But mommy I can't leave y-"
"Take Rosie and go!" I cut her off.

I gave her the baby and she ran to a house, not much smaller than the one we were in.

*I have to do something about this..*

I went around the village looking for something I could... Get rid of my "husband" with...



Part three coming soon!

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