Julie spent days with the agonizing thought that her child is with another family scared, or even worse dead. These thoughts haunted her dreams though she didn't have many. The previous events felt like karma, the fascination of why this happened seemed to become an obsession very quickly to Julie. She craved the feeling of her little girls arms wrapped around her waistline like it was only days ago.
The photos that concave the wall above thee fireplace seemed familiar to the photos that seemed to find themselves into the place where the girl was. Were the convict and the victim somehow linked?
A man 30 with glasses and a beard, a suede suit, could it be the same man? was this a revenge story? As Julie stared into the picture of her and the man she began to lose patience, she began to think of what could have been. "If you wasn't such a stupid slut you would know who her father was and this wouldn't have happened" her conscience continued, "This is your fault". She regretted her past mistakes. Yet she was relieved that she had an affair on her husband who sadly passed, if she did not she may not have the little girl she spent 6 short years with.
The anticipation for help began. The moments ticked on by with no phone call or notification about the investigation that was occurring. The longer the time went on the more daunting it was to be alone through this literal and emotional murder of Julie's heart. The phone rang. Within no time the phone was to the ear of the woman from the pictures, "Hello where is my baby girl?". the reply was almost instantaneously and was not expected. "Julie it's Mark... I miss the way we used to be and i am sorry about the disappearance, if there is anything i can do let me know". The crying of a girl was in the background.
"Ava!". No could it be? it sounded just like her, how could this be? Where was the crying coming from?
Mark quickly shouted at the girl "Lucy! Shush i'm on the phone". The daughter of the woman on the pictures began to quiet down. The woman on the pictures was on the other end of the phone. Before Mark had gotten to say goodbye the call had already ended, the pain started to attack her after hearing the crying of a little girl. Understandable.
The sudden realization of Julie stuck her. That was not Lucy, that was her, her baby girl, it was Ava. What was she going to do? She couldn't let on that she knew or Mark would run away with her, a sigh of relieve overcome Julie, she knew where her baby girl was. The father of the baby died in action. She was alone and sacrificed everything she had to bring Ava up in a humble home. She missed meals to feed her child as she didn't earn enough money to feed and clothe both people.
The relief of Julie was because she knew Mark very well. She knew that he would keep Ava-Grace alive and she will be safe with him. The rage tumbled and trampled through her emotions until they empowered her whole body and her actions. One more deliciousness of the relaxation method and she was ready to go.
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When Life Strikes
RandomWhen Ava-Grace was young she had nightmares that turned out to be reality. When she decides to take life into her own hands things get confusing and a little overwhelming for her. She doesn't know who to trust But knows how to love and how to lose. ...
