It was time for Kirsten to go off and start visiting colleges. She came home with a ton of papers to hopefully talk her parents into letting her go. Once she arrived home from the 40-minute walk from school. (She could ride the bus if she wished but she rather not let people know where she lived.) Kirsten lived in a nice house not one that you would expect. It was a light gray and white two story house. With a nice garden and neatly cut grass with a decent sized yard. Kirsten kept the house looking nice inside and out. Kirsten walked inside her humble home and immediately heard the annoyance that she called her parents. The horrific yelling coming from the living room.
"I'm sorry James! Please stop, I didn't mean to break the glass!" Jessica yelled.
"I don't care, you still did it, your nothing but a worthless bitch." James replied hitting his wife and dragging her through the living room.
Kirsten let out a sigh of frustration at the two. *maybe I'll ask some other time* she thought to herself. She couldn't begin to imagine how many times this scenario had been played throughout this household. She walked up the stairs to her room leaving all her college papers behind on the kitchen table. Once she was up to her room she exploded into tears. How had her life gotten this way, why hadn't she tried to call someone and tell them what was going on. Surely someone could help her. She immediately went to her closet. It was where she had always went to blow off steam from prior frustrations. She laid her head against the wall and just sobbed and sobbed. That was until she heard loud stomping coming up to her room. Kirsten stepped out of her closet and right at that time a ragging alcoholic barged through her room with college papers wrinkled in his rugged hands.
"What the hell is this?! Were you planning on actually leaving?" he scoffed.
Kirsten stood there in silence looking down at her floor not saying anything that way it wouldn't piss James off more. James approached Kirsten. The over bearing smell of vodka and liquor overflowed from his breath. When Kirsten didn't say anything that was the last straw. He balled his fist up and collided it with the young red head cheek causing her to fall.
"you actually thought you could leave." He laughing and spit in her face
"You're just like your mother, worthless, insolent, and pathetic."
Something snapped in Kirsten and that was the last words she remembered hearing for the next couple of hours.
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The Forgotten
Mystery / ThrillerKirsten Moore, a name that had faded to memory for most. They had forgotten about the little girl as she had grown older. Nights as a child spent trembling as her father went into his regular rage fed drunken stupor turned into a young woman standin...
