Leaning against the kitchen counter, listening to the TV in the other room ramble on about some Government deal. Jumping when I hear a loud slam, indicating that someone was home.
I wander out to the hallway to be met with Harley, my daughter. My only child, staring at herself in the hallway mirror, her fingers grazing along her bottom lip.
"It's swollen... dammit" I hear her mutter.
I clear my throat, gaining her scared, almost terrified, attention. Her eyes wide, facing in my direction. Her movement frozen, I smile slightly.
"What'cha doing?" I approach her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, earning a small smile from her.
"Nothing..." She whispers. I grin, noticing how incredibly swollen her bottom lip is. I grin, and dismiss her upstairs while I sit downstairs, alone, in the sitting room.
"They sure do grow up fast..."
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Rewrite The Stars
Short Story"No!" I yell out, trying to shake the shadows hands off my cold, shivering body. Hoping that he'd let me go home, and fast. "No! Get off me! Please..." Now I'm pleading. Someone come save me from this monster, this monster that I used to know oh s...
