A Bit Out of Reach

Chapter 1 The Beginning of the Shebang

"You don't respect me!" Her mother screeches. She sees fury in her mother's gaze. "I do all of the work around here and you don't respect me!" She struggles for a lack of words. "Please stop." She says finally finding her voice. "Sheila, I am not going to stop. I am angry. I am upset. I am pissed. But most of all, I am disappointed!" She raises her hand as if she is about to to slap me.. Suddenly somewhere in the house a phone rings. Her mother turns to leave. She breathes a sigh of relief as she leans on the table for support. "This is Angelina Rosewood, who am I speaking to?" Straight to the point. Even though she has the sweetest name it's the exact opposite of her current personality.

Her mother and her have different last names. The only reason why is because when she was younger her mother told her she had a daddy. But he was out of the picture. She knew only two things about him. The first thing she knew about him was his name that she now carried. His name was Roberto Jorge Montgomery the 7th. Anyways her mother told her he was a bastard. A cowardly bastard. Also she told her that between her 5th or 6th drink. The second was what he looked like. Tall with dark brown hair the color of dark chocolate. Brown but so dark it could've been brown. His eyes a cold metallic gray like silver with a slight green tinge in the left and a slight blue tinge in the right. Her mother had deep brown eyes with flecks of golden in them. People said they looked like honey. You could just drown in them. However, right now Sheila was about to turn 10 and about to have a panic attack.

"Yes I'm free this Saturday, why do you ask?" her mother said in a sweet voice. A voice at the other end replies quickly. He sounded old. But it sounds as if he has power, money, and a good established childhood for her to look forward to. "Of course!" her mother practically giggles like an excited teenager being asked out on a first date. "I'll see you at 8! Bye!" She ends the call. Humming to herself in a much greater mood. "You know that I'll probably return the next morning so, I hope you're prepared." She looks at me with a grin. I nod eagerly. "Now you be off to bed then!" She giggles! Little did the small, keen, intelligent girl know, that this moment would change her life.

The Date Night
Sheila's POV

"You stay good now. Don't get into any trouble. Remember I love you." My mother says. She says the last part with such ferocity it startles me! Suddenly she starts to tickle me. I howl with laughter. "Well that's more like it!" She grins at me. My mothers face when she grins can light up a room. She can be the person that calms the storm. "I think it's time to go now Angelina." A gruff voice says behind her. It's the man that she is going out on a date with. He introduced himself as Christopher Cambello.A few more kisses and hugs later and they're off! I watch some Grey's Anatomy episodes I have been wanting to watch for a while and soon go to bed.

I wake up to the sound of scraping.
Self defense. Oh shoot! I can't do that! Grab the nearest weapon like thing near you I remember.
I grab an old clock. It has been in the family for a couple of generations and here is what it is doing. I quickly look at the time: 2:37. Who would be trying to break into right now?
The scraping continues. My heart is starting to beat out of my chest. Our house is pretty easy to break into. With its old doors, old windows, etc. the place is practically unlocked. Thank god mom got a new system put in for intruders.
I step closer and closer to the door.
I reach for the handle slowly, very slowly.
Suddenly I throw open the door and am about to release the clock out of my grasp when I stop and see that the person before me is my mom, yet not my mom.
You see the person before me has tatters on her. Bruises starting to form. Mascara running down her face. Her eyes unfocused. Cuts everywhere. Mine however are very focused on her. I can barely hear the alarm going off in the background. It's soon going to call the policemen and the firemen. "Mom?" My voice comes out weakly. "Christopher did this, grab the voice recorder. Quickly my dear. I know you are afraid but you've got to do this for mommy. I need your help." I run my little feet moving as quickly as possible. I get the recorder and come back to her. This time she is lying on the floor. "Mom? Mom! Speak!" I screech. I turn on the recorder with shaking hands. She starts "Tonight I Angelina Rosewood have been sexually assaulted. This has been by the hands of Christopher Cambello." She stops and coughs up a little blood. "Please keep on talking mommy!" I cry. "Please help." Soon blood starts pouring out of her mouth. I stop the recording. I can barely hear the sirens in the distance, but getting closer. She soon start to relax as I dose off. "Mom? Mom! Please don't go! Please don't leave me! Please! Mommy! Please, please, please! I'll do anything! Anything! Please just stay with me!" I yell. Her head drops limply in my arms. "No! No! No, no, no, no, no! Please mommy! Wake up, wake up!" I yell, tears are streaming down my face. My body shaking. I keep on asking, asking anybody to come and save her. I soon start pumping at her chest remembering that's how they did it in I Grey's Anatomy. I keep on doing it. Never stoping. Soon, my arms get tired. I remember the cops barging through the door. Searching for me. I remember them pulling me away from her. My mother. Dead. On the floor. Abused. Assaulted. Soon I don't know when I scream. I can't stop screaming. The police officers not knowing what to do with me at all. That's when I realize I'm still holding that blasted clock. I drop the clock.

Crash.