Mrs. Sanders kneeled down by her little boy, who was crying his eyes out. His chubby cheeks were wet from the tears. His dark brown hair was pointing in every direction from waking up this late.
"Drake, baby shh" The mother cradled her son. What was she suppose to do? Her little boy witness one of her beatings. She rubbed her baby boy's back as if everything would be okay.
"Momma, D-daddy-" The six year old couldn't even finish the sentence because tears were shedding harder. Mrs. Sanders worst nightmare came true her baby witnessed something horrid.
While in her room, Taylor cried silent tears. Her beautiful green eyes were glistening in tears. Taylor's body was in a ball under her covers, hiding from the evil things on the other side. She was fifteen, almost sixteen. Taylor noticed her mother's beatings when she was 12. Her mother was getting slapped by her Daddy for doing nothing. She never confronted her Momma or Daddy because she thought one day, they would be a happy family. After almost three years, she understood that Daddy-Dearest was a bad man. A few days before, Taylor was touched from her dad. When she tried to escape her father's grasp, he threw a half empty bottle of beer at her thighs causing severe cuts and bruises. Remembering that evening caused Taylor to shed tears and sob loudly.
Mrs. Sanders heard the muffle of a sob and turned her head to her daughter's room that had a pink floral door. Drake was asleep in her arms and snoring softly. She went silently to Drake's room and set him on his Cars comforter. She walked towards the closet to get a fleece blanket. When she got the blanket, she tucked her baby boy in. She left, but not without giving Drake kiss goodnight. She shut the door quietly and turned to Taylor's room. Mrs. Sanders opened the door to see her little princess sobbing under her blankets. She slowly went to her daughter's side and hugged her tight.
"Shh. What's wrong Taylor?" Mrs. Sanders asked while stroking her daughters arm to calm her.
"W-whats wrong with Dad? He hurts you and me. Drake could be n-next momma." Taylor said with tears running down her pretty face. Mrs. Sanders froze completely. Did he really hurt our daughter? She thought to herself. Mrs. Sanders looked all over Taylor's body and stopped when she saw the large bandage around her thigh. She lightly grazed her fingers against the cloth and made Taylor cringe in pain.
"Go to bed, Sweetheart. Everything will be better in the morning." She said with a smile.
"You promise?" Taylor asked with sad, hurt eyes.
"I promise, Taylor." She replied and kissed her daughter's forehead. Mrs. Sanders tucked in her daughter and left the room.
Mrs. Sanders went into the living area to clean the mess her drunk husband created while hitting her. She swept the broken glass with her broom and thought of a solution. Her husband was a great man before he got this new job in Paris. He started to drink and complain about having a lower ranking at the company. He took it on his wife and now his little girl. Mrs. Sanders has been saving money for a escape, but she hoped that she wouldn't need to do that. She guessed now was the time to run. Mrs. Sanders went into the her husband's office and got the passports for her and her children. She quickly got the suitcases from the ingredient closet. Mrs. Sanders put the passports into the luggage and took one to Drake's room. She quietly packed his clothes and belongings he loved. She put it back in the secret compartment and grabbed the pink one. She went to her teenager's room and packed her daughter's clothes.
She finally finished and laid on the soft white sofa. We will get out of here. She promised to herself. Tomorrow will be the day... She then fell into a light slumber.
I have no idea what I am doing, so...DON'T JUDGE. This is my original story, so please don't ruin it or whatever mean people do. I've always had a passion for writing, since I was seven. Hopefully people like this story...
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