The Final Straw

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The thunder rolled outside as Emelia cowered in her mother's closet. Her father was home drunk again. Even as a 5 year old girl, she new he gets angry easily.

Every Friday night, her mother tells her to get a blanket and go hide in the closet around 11:30 pm. Around that time, her father busts through the door, yelling, screaming and kicking things around. She'd hear her mother cry out in pain every time he asked her where Emelia was. She'd never tell but he'd tear the house apart looking for Emelia until he found her in the closet. He'd yell at her for hiding and he'd beat her.

One night, her father had a few too many and came home looking for blood. He kicked in the door. Soaking wet, he grabbed a gun, shot Emelia's mother and went looking for her. As soon as he turned a corner, she shot put from under the bed and out the door into darkness. Anything was better than there, in that dead house.

In the distance. She heard gunshots and yelling coming from the house. She knew he'd be out there looking for her so she kept running.

She kept moving for days on end until she found an old town. It looked abandoned but it was anything but. She stepped on a porch and alarms went off. She panicked and laid down and prepared for death, but instead, the five year old full of fear felt a warm hand lift her from the ground.

"It's okay. I'm here now and you're safe. I'm Sam."

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