* "I curled in my bed later that night... The struggle with my Mother continued... It was bad enough she thought ao low if me... It was even worse to know all that she expected of me was to follow the family business- Exrocism... My hopes of singing on broadway- Fade every second I see my Mother.." *
Morning came soon for young Ruth.. She layed in her bed still- Her hair frazzled, and her mascara smeared a bit. Subtle talking coming from downstairs woke Ruth.
She opened her heavy eye lids, arising from her bed as if she woke up from being six feet under. She still had on her red dress- Ruth kept it on, even after she had managed to make it downstairs.
Ruth made her way through the living room, kitchen- Until she had finally made it close enough to the front door, where she could hear the voices on the other side- Yet stayed far enought away from the nearby window view...
Brilliant... Broadway... Not interested... Goodbye...
The only few words within bits Ruth could master. She grew tired of having to stay still- So just before someone, probably Ruth's mother were to enter the house again, Ruth slid her way put a back door...
Stealing her way back around the house- Only to see a black vehicle stand proud in the driveway... Ruth waved whoever was inside down- Signaling them to stay...
* "A man I'm the back seat of the vehicle had rolled down his window... His dark shades bounce a reflection of myself back to me... He gave me this large grin... He slid me a card through his window- Before the car had speeded off... I picked up the card from off the ground... It was blank.." *
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❣️ Ruth's Appeal ❣️
RandomA story of heart, and tragedy... Listen carefully to Ruth's story of her past... *Warning this book will contain profanity usage, and will mention Death- Thought not to an extreme or grousome way!
