Behind Closed Doors
A true story... "Best you don't tell anyone, it'll be a secret-mine & yours.
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A true story... "Best you don't tell anyone, it'll be a secret-mine & yours.
'Jake, just go to your room,' My Aunti pleaded with a hint annoyance entering her voice, 'I don't want you to see anymore than you already have' 'What have I already seen.
My eyes squeezed shut. Oh no, my mind screamed. This can't be good. Just a couple more feet from the ground and I'd go SPLAT. Just then, I felt strong arms below me.
( I'll just shorten it for now) I excused myself to the bathroom. Casey looked worried. I sighed as I sprinted the bathroom. New school and I had already broken a rule.
There is a certain stigma attached to mothers who abandon their children. Women who just get up and leave one day. My mother had done just this.
Taboo “I never wanted to come here in the first place!” roared Iris, as she burst into her substitute bedroom in a wild rage, slamming the door behind her with such vigour; the fragile cottage...
And here's a picture of Lotty and I. Yes, the picture of health, Face aglow. I'd say we were about twenty here. Well, there abouts, Time has blotted my memory. Oh, and that's her and Lucas.
#household #home From the age of seven until I reached ten, every summer I used to go and stay with my aunt and uncle for two weeks in a little seaside village called Thorpeness on the south coast.
"Bonne nuit, mi cherie." My mother whispered to me as she lifted the scratchy blankets over my body. "Nuit." I replied simply.
The man came round again, today. The Tall one, heart of black and eyes of grey. He calls himself a doctor, but I don't believe him.
Chapter 2: "Ana?Ana. Wake up" I moaned and covered my face. "go away!!" "no Ana you have to get up" said someone in a stern voice.
Under the stairs was where I found it, tucked away beneath a break in the splintered floorboards, and so clogged with dust I’d swear it could choke; only rationality reminded me otherwise.
I met Woody about four years ago, through a person, that every so often turned up and wanted some attention from me. This had been going on for five years or more.
Dear brother. I feel weird calling you that, but I guess by the literal definition of the word, that's what you are. Sometimes I wonder. I wonder about a lot, I wonder if you look like me.
Faye ran until she could run no further. Her heart pounded in synch with her panting breaths. Her lungs felt fiery with lack of oxygen.
Chapter Nineteen. Inside was two crisp cream envelopes covering the rest of the content.
One day a girl brings home her boyfriend and tells her father she wants to marry him. After talking to him for while, he tells his daughter she can't do it because he's her half brother.
It was freezing. Reaching under my bed, I pulled out my purple and white polka-dot suitcase. I could hear Lily breathing in the next room.
>>sorry its took so long<< Chapter Eighteen. Shock. What was happening. Confusion. Why was grandma here. Pain. Why did my head hurt so much.
I do not get how bad it went, a day ago we were all happy and living our lives, but now it feels like it has ended.
Seph giggled excitedly, passing Tokky her drink with a grin, "Family history. You know how I didn't know who my Dad was. Oh and my last name's Mora.
Chapter 2. Fake or real Mum and Dad. I slowly opened the door and crept downstairs into the living room. Lucas was sitting on one of the black velvet sofas: crying.
Throughout the day the feeling of being watched came back every couple of hours, Mercedes felt like someone was keeping tabs on her except everytime the feeling came back so did the muscle crippling...
The stairs creeks beneath my feet. My heart is beating even faster now. I'm scared, but I don't know why. Maybe I'm afraid that the truth is not what I'm hoping for. I open the door to the attic.