"Go to hell you son of a bitch!"
Five year old Peyton Wheeler sat under her bed, clutching tightly onto a tattered toy giraffe, her tear-stained cheek nuzzling it's furry neck. She heard a clang of some metal come from underneath her, then silence. Peyton gulped, not knowing whether it was safe to emerge from her hiding spot, and go downstairs.
"YOU MESSED UP PIECE OF SHIT!"
It wasn't. Tears filled her ocean blue eyes, as she turned to face her doll. The porcelain face stared blankly ahead, and the young toddler sniffled, as she placed it in front of her. "Mommy and Daddy are fighting again," she told the doll. No reply. Yet, she continued, taking a deep breath, furrowing her eyebrows trying to think of the words to put together the sentence. " I don't think they love each other as much as they say they do" she mumbled, squeezing the giraffe's leg, still facing the porcelain doll. More shouts came from downstairs, and Peyton choked slightly, her tears now rolling freely down her red cheeks. " I just want them to stop!" she yelled, and buried her face in her pillow. No reply came from the doll, nor giraffe, yet she clutched the two close to them, curling into a ball, and crying herself to sleep, for the 1,983rd time in her life.
Hello my readers! The preview was short, i know, but it does get longer. i shall update every week or so fyi! :)) Love Sadie xx
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Don't. Look. Down
Horror"Hi. You'r probably wondering how you got here, and why your here. That doesn't matter right now. the only thing that does is this one rule. Don't. Look. Down." Peyton Wheeler is fourteen years old. She lives with her dad one weekend, her mom the ot...
