-1997
I looked around in confusion. I didn't understand what was going on. All I knew was that mummy was screaming at me to run before it was too late. She was crying, face fed and blotchy. Daddy was screaming too.
"Shuttup you bitch!! Shut the fuck up!!"
Those were bad words. Mummy was always sad when daddy said bad words. I heard mummy scream. With a thump, she fell onto the floor, and made no more noise. Daddy said another bad word and then dragged me out of the house and into the car. He was holding a knife with red stuff on the shines bit. Shaking, I curled up into the corner of my seat, and was silent. In my heart, I knew that something terrible had happened, and I would not be coming home for a very long time.
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Forgotten
Short StoryAs a young child, Ann's mother was murdered by her father. She was dragged away from her home and left on a strangers doorstep. Now 10 years later, as a successful businesswoman, she decides to discover what really happened, and will she ever be reu...
