The Orphans Chapter Three

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The Orphans      Chapter 3

               

“I’m here for two girls with the names of Courtney and Jenna, I got a letter with a recording of the girls playing and I would love for them to come and try to work with me on a label.  They have incredible talent.”

                I look over at Jenna she looks nervous, we both know that this wasn’t going to end in our favor, most likely an excruciating beating.  We both look down and continue scrubbing the floor when we feel the witches gaze, she steps outside with the door making a soft click.

*3 hours later*

“COURTNEY AND JENNA GET YOUR GOOD FOR NOTHING AS*** DOWN HERE!!!”

We trudge out of the room not making any eye contact with the other girls. But we could feel their worries gazes, we were like their older sisters, they didn’t want us to be beaten. But there’s nothing that could be done, so all too soon we are standing in front of the witch.  I feel something inside of me tightening and when I felt her grubby hand hit my face it snapped like an overly stretched rubber band and the recoil was taken out on her.  I stare into her black eyes and did something I’ve wanted to do for years, I raised my fist and am only satisfied when I hear a crack, I lift my leg up and kick her in the stomach. She tries to straighten up and throw a retailing punch but I easily block it. I take my hand and swing it in an arch and hit her in the throat, her body does this weird spastic jerk thing before slumping to the ground.

“You know how to fight and this is the first time you retaliate?!?!”

“Jenna I’m very passive, I don’t like to fight. “

“Oh, are you alright?”

“Better now” I say while nudging her body with me foot

I quickly spin around hearing a shuffling noise. There in the doorway is a very guilty Mr. Cowell. 

“I dropped my wallet,” He says very unconvincingly. 

“Liar,” I state.

“Why are you really here Mr. Cowell?” Jenna asks

“I came back to try to talk some reason into her,” He says while glancing down at the witch.

I raise an eyebrow at him and scrutinize him.  He seems okay and like a legitimate business man

“Card,” I state with a blank expression.

He hands over his card, I read it and it immediately clicks. Simon Conwell. Thee Simon Conwell

Holy Fudge 

I dont know how to extend this one to much.... so there are a few differences but i dont want to combine chapters so its not overly different. 

Love you all 

Courtney 

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