Solitary Night_RELATIVE RAPE_Hope's Fable_Wyatt
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Solitary Night
The computer screen bore into his eyes as he frantically filled in the last report for the end of the month. As he clicked the last needed key, a sigh escaped his lungs, and he drummed his chopsticks expecting to hear a couple of coughs his way. But as Benjamin looked uwww.onedoor.ccp and around, his eyes widened to see the office vacant of people, the small room suddenly seeming spacious. His eyebrows deepened as he now faintly remembered, voices fading out the moving door, the clasp of briefcases, and the soft end of the keyboard clatters.The rattling windows facing the city caught his attention and he wa...
RELATIVE RAPE
RELATIVE RAPEI hated him. He was my uncle, but he raped me! My hatred burned in me! How DARE he! He came into my room as if he owned it. As if he owned me. “Dear Uncle Jordan, he loves you so much!” my mother gushed, not knowing how evil he was. Everyone thought he was so wonderful! He was generous, letting us use his cottage during the summer. It was there he burst into my room and attacked me. Of course, I told mother. Of course, I told the police. No one believed me. No one would. In truth, they blamed me for making up stories to discredit the poor man! Everyone took it out on me.I looked o...
Hope's Fable
“Mom! Come quick. Something is wrong with Hope.”Serenity continues to fold the countless freshly laundered clothing. “Fable, before you continue, think about if this is going to be tattling or not.”“It’s not. Hope fell down and is shaking on the ground,” Fable tells his mother with tears of worry in his eyes. “Where is she?” His mother drops the tiny t-shirt she was about to fold and turns to follow her son. “Follow me. She is in the backyard,” He motions with authority for his mother to follow him, “She isn’t talking to us at all.”“What’s going on?” Blue asks, alerted by his mother and brothe...
Wyatt
Chatter surrounded the room when Helena walked in. Birthday balloons surrounded the area, not to mention the big “HAPPY BIRTHDAY WYATT” banner that had been hung from the ceiling. The birthday cake, Helena’s prized possession, stayed hidden still in the refrigerator awaiting its owner. Her phone buzzed, it was a text from the birthday boy himself; On my way, just clocked out of work.I’ll be waiting for you here, drive safe, Helena texted her brother back with a grin. The guests spoke amongst themselves, taking pictures and helping themselves to the buffet that was laid out for everybody.“Shhh!...