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Chapter 2: Childhood

Note= little Heather/Hope is above and picture is not mine and I don't know her
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   Heather was always asked questions and she always gave answers "It's natural" was always her answer. It was always about her nightshade purple hair. They would then always ask her mother, Bridget or grandmother, Ann which they would give the same answer. People talked and spread rumors, but the Lake family never listened or spared a glance

   Emma and Heather were best friends till the end. They spent hours playing and most people outside the house at first never guessed they were siblings. For, Heather had purple hair and grey eyes, Emma had brown hair and blue eyes.

   Bridget had divorced Emma's father the year after she was born. Charles Wakefield was stunned at first that they adopted Heather. He despised Heather ever since she was welcomed into the family. He spared her dirty looks when he was spending time with her and Emma. Then, he started taking it too far.

   He hit and punched her when she did something wrong or when he felt like it. They stung and she had bruises up and down her legs and arms. Even, black eyes. Then, on a very rainy Monday, he was hanging out with Heather and Emma when Emma went to the bathroom. Heather was terrified when he lifted her up and slammed her into the closet. "Stay here, until I say you can come out" he spoke keeping his voice down so Emma could not hear.

   He told Emma that Heather went home and Heather stayed there for 8 hours until he was done and let her leave his house. Heather's hands were trembling as she swung open the giant brown door. Running past, she landed in her mother's arms crying so hard. "Sweetie, what's wrong, where were you" Bridget asked as Emma took little steps down the stairs and engulfed her younger sister in a hug of the centuries.

   "Daddy.... kept me in a closet for 8 hours while he played with Em" the 7 year old whined, bawling her eyes out. After, eating dinner, Heather confessed the abusing she was getting from Mr. Wakefield. He was arrested the next day, for child neglect and child abuse.

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   When Heather was 17 and Emma was 21, their life changed dramatically. Their father was released from prison and just got so much more angry. It was sunset, and Heather and Emma were over their mother's place as they shared an apartment in Las Vegas. The knock on the door was slow and calming, but they had no idea what was coming.

   Bridget opened the door slow and cautiously. The rest was a blur for Emma, but for Heather it was extremely clear and slow. He grabbed Bridget's neck and took a a glimmering knife that Heather saw her reflection perfectly in. Stabbing her 3 times in the chest and stomach, the silver of the end turned red quickly. Bridget Lake fell dead on the floor, as he finished her off with a knife strike through her pale head.

   Emma rushed toward the phone right after he grabbed the knife and was out of sight of the attack. Heather as however figuratively stuck to the floor. Witnessing all the stabbing and blood. He turned toward Heather, knife in hand right when the police ran in and tackled him to the hardwood floor of the cottage. Emma followed into the kitchen from the living room, engulfing Heather in a hug that reminded Heather of that one when she was 7.

   They were one of the only ones to attend Bridget Lake's funeral besides close friends. The scene kept playing over and over in Heathers head even after a week had passed. Emma was very much worried about her adopted sister so, she decided to have them move all the way to Virginia.

   Heather thought about it more and more as she finished packing the brown and cardboard boxes into the white car's trunk. What confused her most, was the delighted expression on his face as her mother was stabbed. That was when she decided she needed to find out. That's when Heather decided what she was going to do with her life, figuring out what makes the monsters tick, becoming a profiler of monsters like her father. To understand.