31 December 2012
Sorry this took so long, and p.s. it's a little graphic
Chapter two, part one.
I was getting the girls ready for a walk to the park, mom was in her room eating her favorite extra cheesy puff ball chips, with a soda pop. My older sister, Lilly was with her abusive overly tattooed boyfriend. "Sam, can I bring my dolly?" My younger sister Joey asked, holding her raggedy old baby doll. "Yes sweetie, you can. Will you please go up to Frankie's crib and get her, her bottle and blanket for me?" I asked, she smiled and nodded, skipping up the stairs as she did so. I grabbed Frankie's coat and bundled her up. Frankie giggled as I put a beanie hat on her. Joey ran down stairs with the items I asked her for. She handed them to me, then stuffed her coat and hat on. I walked out the door with Frankie in one arm. and Joey holding my hand, Frankie's other- a small red fox named rose- was sleeping on Frankie's lap, expertly balancing her body weight so that she wouldn't slip. A small backpack was balanced on my shoulders, filled with stuff for my youngest sister Frankie. Our house was an old farm house, about a good ten minutes from any kind of paved road. We were a 15 minute walk away from a small park. It was perfect for my sisters. We were nearly five minutes away from the park when I heard some people laughing in an old hunting shack, at first, I rolled my eyes and kept on walking making sure the laughing didn't wake rose. Before I could even continue walking I heard some scream- a girl I think- I didn't even think twice before I scrambled to give Frankie to Joey. Rose woke up, but quickly decided to snuggle up on the backpack as I set it down, rushing to the old shack. About three or four boys were throwing rocks at a girl, she was naked, and looked dead. I filled up with rage, screaming and throwing punches at the fools. They ran of with a blood stained sack screaming about having some fun. I didn't care at that point, other than the fact that I needed to get this girl to safety. I walked up to her, undoing the ropes that tied her to the wall. She was covered in blood, mud, and dark bruises. I was holding back the rage that built up inside me. " JOEY, GET ME A BURP RAG FROM MY BACK PACK." I didn't think that it would help much, but I had to do something about the open wound on her leg. Joey came running in with three small rags. I grabbed them, the then told her to go be with the others. When I got up closer I noticed that her leg was broken, and that the open wound was her bone popping out. I checked her pulse as I cleaned some of the blood surrounding the wound. I sighed in relief, she was still alive. As I was setting the girl on the floor I felt my face get hot, and my hands start to sweat. I guess I was to upset to truly realize it earlier. Even though I knew she was naked, I guess I just didn't really take in the fact that she was. I searched for something that would cover her up, I found an old towel in a million year old closet... I figured that it would have to do. She was still out cold, I only prayed she would wake up.
Cursed For Life • Opuss № I