They soon found Christopher Cambello. When he tried to plead his innocence and failed at it he began to assault a police officer. Luckily that police office tackled him to the ground before he could hurt him. He was going to get off with just 2 years in prison for manslaughter- gosh I hate that word- but when he attacked the police officer they bumped it up to 2 and half years. The court date came and went all in a blur. We passed a sign everyday with two smiling faces from Harrison and Harrison. A place for women who have been abused. Isn't that ironic. That the sign had been placed right near the courthouse. They looked pretty important. People said sorry; I said at least she died peacefully. Soon my 10th birthday came around and I realized I didn't have a family. I face Madison my lawyer. "What about my family?"I ask, my voice light. She looks down at me with sad eyes. "Sweetheart, you're going to go to your godparents home." She says. My face pales. Godparents? I have godparents? "Who are they?" I ask, my voice worried. "Mr and Mrs Harrison. They made their first million through helping women that have been abused-" I cut her off. "What do you mean million?! My godparents are millionaires?!" I practically scream. Giddy with excitement and worry. She looks at me funny. "No. You didn't let me finish, they're billionaires." She says simply. "What?"
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"Hello darling" the woman in front of me says. She looks different that the woman on the board. She has kind eyes. She's young. Around her eyes are crinkles from lots of laughing. Her eyes are gray with flecks of blue. "I'm Mrs. Harrison. But you can call me mom. Or really whatever you want." She's nervous. I can tell. She attempts a smile. I just stare at her blankly. "Okay, um I'm just gonna get your bags here and bring them to the car. Uh, is that okay?" She asks. I just nod a response. "Okay well then I'll just put this here. And this here." She says in a light voice. I slowly walk into the car. It's nice. A 2016 Porsch Cayenne. I get into the front and buckle myself into the seat.
A couple of minutes later all of my bags are packed and ready to go. She turns on the ignition.
"Stop!" I suddenly say. The car jumps. I quickly unbuckle my strap and rub to the house. I grab my keys from my pants. "Where did you get those? Where did she get those?" My foster mother says. I unlock the door finally after just a bit of pushing and pulling. I run into my mothers room. It has a thin layer of dust on it. I run into her closet. I pull out a couple of clothes. I quickly grab her favorite bottle of perfume, a picture of us. Finally, I look into the closet and find what I'm looking for. All of the important documents. My birth certificate and my passport. Suddenly a letter falls out. Not one to keep secrets, my mother would never have kept this away, right? I'm about to put it back when my curiosity gets the better of me and I gasp as I read it. This letter has clues. Clues all about my mother. I look around in the room and soon find what I'm looking for. Her Louis Vuitton's Leather Luggage Set. It was her most prized possession. My mother used to be some big model and whatnot. She used to always tell me to ride in style. When scandal broke out she was basically banished from her modeling career. She was engaged to some big CEO of a big movie producing thing and she had an affair with my father and ended up having me. Her story was originally that it was Mr. CEO's baby, but then it was found out that Mr. CEO couldn't have children. The engagement was off in a fraction of a second. Even though she still had a few friends still in the agency, most of them would never be seen with her. Or me for that matter. I pack all of the stuff in the bags. I'm about to leave when out of nowhere I grab the clues, shove it in my bag and go.
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The ride to the Harrison estate was long. When we arrived the gates opened automatically to the car. I stare in awe and wonder and the mansion. A man greets us. "Hello Mrs. Harrison. Welcome back. You must be Sheila." I faint in his arms.
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A Bit Out of Reach
القصة القصيرةSheila has always been beautiful on the outside. However on the inside she needs help. She's seen terrible things and has run. However, running from things doesn't mean that you are hiding. He's annoying. However, it seems as if he can see right thr...
