St. Petersburg, Florida
October 2005Violet
He brought someone today.
I watched as he led the girl downstairs. Poor thing doesn't even know what's going to happen to her.
But it's not going to be pretty. It never is.
"Isn't she lovely, Abhi? She's going to be just like you," he said. He sounded awfully pleased. I felt irritated. The girl probably thought she was going to a nice home. Or even if they were mean, at least a house. But this isn't a home. It's not even a house.
This is hell.
She had olive skin, like mine and brown eyes. Not for long though. Her hair was long and black. She was pretty. He liked pretty. I could hear her heartbeat from where I sat. She was scared. She should have been. They're always scared.
"Take care of her, okay Abhi? I have something important to do." he said and left. I nodded as I watched him walk away. I turned to the girl, "What's your name?"
"Tabatha. You're Abhi?" she said. I nodded, "But you can call me Violet. Only he calls me Abhi. How old are you?"
"Seven."
Of course. He could never pick an older girl. "I'm ten. I need you to do something for me." I said.
She frowned, "What?"
I replied, "Firstly, you can never call me Abhi. Secondly, I need you to pick a name."
Her frown deepened, "A name? For who?"
"For you." I answered. "I have a name only you call me, so you have to have a name only I call you. Pick any name at all."
She frowned in thought then smiled, "Jordan."
"You like that name?"
She nodded. I smiled, "Nice to meet you Jordan." She smiled then asked, "Why do I need another name?"
My smile waned, "You're gonna need it. Also, I'm sorry." I turned away and closed my eyes in an attempt to fall asleep. Jordan tried to wake me up but I ignored her until she gave up and slept too.
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By 11:39 pm, Jordan had yellow eyes like mine, but hers were a bit brownish. I held her until she cried herself to sleep. And so, her torture begins.
Oh well.
At least it won't be just me.
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The Sinclair Sisters
Narrativa generaleFour years ago, Violet Sinclair killed her foster father. Her two immediate younger foster sisters, Koby and Jordan, helped her burn the body and hid the ashes in a jar in their house. The whole world mourned the mysterious passing of one of its gre...