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One Week Earlier:
"Ms. Hale, would you like to explain to me why it is you continue to runaway from the Hamilton family?" the judge questions her.
"Why do you care? If you, or anyone else, can't seem to connect the dots then why should I waste my breath?" she spits, her face held no emotion.
"Ms. Hale, I can not take action unless you tell me what is going on."
"Yeah, like you took action when Kylie Morgan spoke up." she hisses.
"Now, Ms. Hale - "
"Don't Ms. Hale me. Do you think that because I am young that I am slow to realize that all of you are turning a blind eye to what the Hamilton's have been accused of for years?" She states, her voice calm. "That because they are so well praised in this town that you're willing to allow them to get away with everything they are being accused of?"
"Excuse me young lady?" the judge hissed, glaring at her.
"I may be only sixteen but I am far more observant, and much smarter, than you and this town gives me credit for."
"Roslyn, that's enough." her caseworker, Donna Hughes, says.
The girl turns to her. "You're no better than they are. You're so greedy for recognition that you're willing to sacrifice the well being of young children just so you can make a name for yourself." she says softly. "You, along with the rest of this town, should be very ashamed of who you are. And I pray that God has mercy on all of you once judgement day arrives."
Donna stares at her with wide eyes, pink tainted cheeks and a slacked jaw. She hadn't expected the young girl to speak to her, let alone point out her damaging actions, in such a way. She, and everyone else associated with the young girl, underestimated her and were now regretting it.
The girl turns her attention back to the judgewho's jaw has dropped as low as his mouth will allow.
"It looks as if I have no other choice than to go back with your precious family," Her voice is calm but her eyes are lit with a fire of determination. "...but do not get comfortable because the moment they do anything, and I know them well enough to know that it will come to be, unkind to me you mind as well count this as our last meeting."
After the judge has recovered from the initial shock of her words, he swallows the lump in his throat. "What are you saying, Ms. Hale?"
"I am saying that I will no longer be in their company the next time anything unkind is subjected towards me."
"Ms. Hale, you do know that I can, and I will, put you in a detention center until the age 18 if you are talking about running away. "
The girl shrugs her shoulders. "Whatever you get out of what I've just said, Judge, is your own right." The girls gray eyes stare into his dark blue eyes. "Just as it is my right to protect myself from all those who look to cause me physical and or mental harm."
~~~~~*~~~~~
The beautiful young girl sits in her bedroom, if you can call a room with four gray walls with a thin mattress and a lamp in one corner a room, dressed in black. She wears black sweat pants with a matching sweater, a black baseball hat and black boots. Even her backpack and duffle bag is black.
She knows she will not miss this room, or this heinous family, but she can not help but to stare at the same four walls she's been forced to stare at for the last seven years. Seven years, that's how long it has taken her to finally have the courage, and money, to finally leave this family.
She takes a deep breath then pushes her haggard body to her feet, pulling her duffle bag strap up onto her shoulder. And with one last glance around the small room the girl walks out into the concrete room where the washer and dryer sits in the far left corner. Quickly, she crosses the room to the stairs and climbs them. She reaches for the door, and for the first time in a year, it is unlocked. She fights back to joy and relief that floods her body at the though of not having to fight to get out of the cold and foul smelling basement.
With a deep sigh, she pushes the door open and takes the last step up into the kitchen. Looking around she notices her foster mothers, Karen purse, sitting on the kitchen counter. So, rushing forward, careful not to make a sound, the girl reaches inside in search for the one thing she didn't want to leave without.
Her locket.
When her parents died eight years ago in a car accident, her mother had given her, her locket. That locket contained a picture of both her and her husband holding an infant little girl that she knew had been her.
Once she felt the locket, she quickly removes it and opens it. A faint smile spread across her lips as she stares at the faces of her parents. They were around the ages of twenty-six and twenty-seven when they'd had her and they were beautiful. Her mother had beautiful mocha skin, dark brown eyes, long curly black hair, a small nose, full lips and a heart shaped face. Her father was the complete opposite. He had sun kissed skin, an almost razor straight nose, bright gray eyes, full yet thin lips, short dark hair and a square jaw.
Beautiful.
Closing her eyes, she clutches the locket close to her chest and takes a deep breath. This will be the closest to her parents that she will ever get.
With one last deep breath she raids the refrigerator, and cabinets, for food before stuffing everything into the last bit of space in her duffle bag. Once she had everything she needed she quickly crosses the kitchen, opened the back door and stepped out into the cold night air.
She stares out into the night, her body welcoming the cool night air against her skin. It's been a long time since she's been outside at night. The Hamilton's always kept her locked away during the night so that she didn't escape.
Now, here she is standing just outside the house she's been a prisoner in for seven years. "Do not judge them too harshly." she says as she lifts her head to the sky. "Show them mercy."
And with that she takes her first step into a new direction. Towards a new life.
~~~~~*~~~~~
Hello,
I was just sitting on my couch thinking about another story and decided to write what was in my head and make it into a FanFiction.
My mind has a million things running though it so I have high hopes that you all will and are enjoying this FanFiction thus far.
Please, inform me of your thoughts and I will respond back every time. Even if you have your own idea, or thoughts, on how you think the story should go, I would love to hear them. Maybe I'll even import them into the story.
