TRAPPED. Held for no reason. No explanation was given. A dark room. Four ice-cold concrete walls. The vibrant sunset was long gone, the one beautiful image to see every day through the small, barred window. The only companion a sweet old woman in th...
We raced down the street to get home, The hot summer sun beaming down on us making it slightly more challenging, we ran as quickly as our feet allowed. Today is Friday; we call it bake-day. We get to see Mommy and bake delicious desserts with her. Mommy does most of the work we're just her little helpers that stir the batter.
I could see the house, so I grabbed Grace's hand to help her run faster. "Come on Grace!" I couldn't contain my bubbling excitement. The giant white house with red shutters and a porch swing was in my view. Our lawn was perfect every day; Daddy would cut the grass every Sunday at the crack of dawn with tons of complaining from us every time. But Mommy would make up for the earliness of the day with pancake and smiles made of bacon. Our parents are werewolves they aren't anyone special in the pack, but they mean the world to us. We made it to the door knocking excitedly and are greeted by my loving mother's face. "Hey, little ones who's ready to bake!" Her apron was already covered in flour. We cheer together, "Yes!".
Hours later~
The final pie was finished, and mom set it aside. Grace's bright eyes shined towards our mother, "Mommy when does Daddy get home?"
She smiled down at my little sister and picked some pie crust pieces out of her messy hair. "He'll be home any minute sweetie okay?" She nodded and ran to grab something out of her backpack. It was drawing of our family; she must've made at school. For some reason, she drew a cat I'm pretty sure she was hinting to mom about wanting one.
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My mother thanked her for the picture and called it a beautiful piece of art. She stuck it on the fridge with a magnet.
Next, we heard the door rattle, and we knew Dad was home so Grace, and I hid behind the couch to come out and surprise him. He always loves surprises. I peeked over the sofa watching him walk in; his steps were sloppy, and he didn't seem like himself. His suit was messy, and so was his hair, and he looked sleepy. My mother greeted him with a smile and asked if he was okay and how work went.
He groaned, "Just shut up woman I can't deal with your shit right now" I was surprised Daddy never said bad words and he was always sweet to Mommy when he came home. Grace looked at me confused and wanted to see, but I pushed her back down and signaled her to stay quiet. She pouted but listened, and I looked back at my parents.
My mother cooed "honey what's wrong please I want to help you." she reached out to touch his shoulder, and he grabbed her wrist. I could tell he was holding her tightly by her pained look. He growled and threw her wrist away from him. She had a light bruise already starting to form "Really you want to help!... How about you get a fucking job and help pay for something in this got damn house you ungrateful bitch!" My Mother's mouth dropped after those words were spat at her, and so did mine. I don't know what's wrong with him, but he's not MY Daddy.
"If you talk to me like that again I swear Thomas-"
"What!?...What are you going to do about it!? And why is this house such a mess all you do is stay home all day doing god knows what? You could at least clean woman!" she looked like she was biting her tongue to hold back anger. He walked closer to her looking extremely intimidating. Grace pulled at my shirt trying to get my attention. I turned to her, and she wiped away a tear from her eye and whispers, " Kristen what's wrong with Daddy, why won't you let me see?" I signaled for her to be quiet again but I guess this time she wanted an answer. " I don't know what's wrong, but maybe if you shut up I could listen" she just pouted again and stayed silent. My Father began speaking again, "Is there something you want to say to me, Mary!?"
