Pastel Tears

Pastel Tears

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Tue, Jan 24, 2017
"Momma, who's the strange man outside?", asks Sophie, the young 5 year old. Her mother looks out the window with worried expression that fades into confusion. No one stands there. "Who, darling?", Sophie points towards the busy street. "The man on the curb.", still nothing. The mother comes to realization and smiles softly at her daughter. "He's probably just your imagination.", she kisses the top of Sophie's head and walks back to the counter. "Now, help me frost these cookies!", Sophie hesitates. The man waves she smiles shyly and waves back before dashing over to her mother.
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The "Please..." I hear her whimper and I go into full panic mode. "Calm down, okay? Deep breaths. Don't hang up. I'll be with you soon. Where are you?" I rush as I grab the car key sitting on the glass table. I run into the garage with my dad behind me. "What do you need?" Dad asks "A room. A big one." He runs back inside as I hear her voice again. "Basement...blood...Elle..." I hear sounds of movement in the background and connect the dots. Elle's bleeding, or something... "Deep breaths baby, deep breaths. It's okay, you're okay" I murmur reassuring words to her, thankful that there's no traffic. Several thoughts run through my mind as I drove to her house. The last time we spoke, she could barely stand me, but now she's calling me. I feel kinda used, but now's not the time to think about that. I reach her house in a matter of minutes and shove the door open. The house is quiet, save for my heavy breathing and footsteps. I reach the basement and take in the sight in front of me. Blair cradles her brutally beaten-up sister in her lap as she rocks herself back and forth blinking very frequently. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Currently being edited Look out for cringe worthy typos and plot loopholes

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