Angry shouts and the banging of a fist were heard from the front door. Jessy moved quickly. She ran to her daughter's bedroom, and carried the crying child to her own bedroom and slipped her under the bed. "Be a good girl, Emily. Don't move from here and don't make a sound until Mommy comes back for you, okay? Emily looked up at her mother's beautiful face and nodded. "I love you, baby," Jessy whispered, as she hugged her daughter. She then left the room and closed the door behind her.
Emily lay quiet under the bed. She could hear her mother's screams, but she couldn't do anything. Her mother told her to stay put.
"Stop it! Stop it! Get out of here!" her mother screamed.
"C'mon, Jessy. Don't you love me anymore?" said the voice of the man who she knew as her father.
"Sam! Please, stop. Get out. I don't love you! Not anymore."
"I don't believe you."
"Get out of here! Things have changed! You're drunk! Stop---Wha--What are you doing?! Sam?! Oh my god! No! N-" *the sound of a gunshot, then a thud*
Emily was very still. She hardly breathed. She thought it was over. That her mother was coming back for her. She then heard loud, slow footsteps coming towards the room. Light shone through the room from the opening door. Her father walked into the room and sat down on the bed. She could see his boots. She was scared.
"Ah, Jessy." said her father from above her. *another gunshot*
Emily woke up with a start. She looked at the clock on her bedside table. She groaned.
"Ugh. It's still 4 in the morning. I don't think I'll be able to get back to sleep."
She got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. She looked into her huge, gold-framed mirror. She was fair-skinned, with beautiful brown eyes. She had long, dark brown hair, that hung straight and layered, and which went perfectly with her fair complexion. She took off her clothes and got into the shower. Dozens off shampoos and other beauty products lined the shelves. She let the hot water relax her. When she couldn't delay that any longer, she turned the water off and wrapped herself in a bathrobe. She walked back out into her room, and sat on her king-sized bed, and sighed.
Emily lay quiet under the bed. She could hear her mother's screams, but she couldn't do anything. Her mother told her to stay put.
"Stop it! Stop it! Get out of here!" her mother screamed.
"C'mon, Jessy. Don't you love me anymore?" said the voice of the man who she knew as her father.
"Sam! Please, stop. Get out. I don't love you! Not anymore."
"I don't believe you."
"Get out of here! Things have changed! You're drunk! Stop---Wha--What are you doing?! Sam?! Oh my god! No! N-" *the sound of a gunshot, then a thud*
Emily was very still. She hardly breathed. She thought it was over. That her mother was coming back for her. She then heard loud, slow footsteps coming towards the room. Light shone through the room from the opening door. Her father walked into the room and sat down on the bed. She could see his boots. She was scared.
"Ah, Jessy." said her father from above her. *another gunshot*
Emily woke up with a start. She looked at the clock on her bedside table. She groaned.
"Ugh. It's still 4 in the morning. I don't think I'll be able to get back to sleep."
She got out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. She looked into her huge, gold-framed mirror. She was fair-skinned, with beautiful brown eyes. She had long, dark brown hair, that hung straight and layered, and which went perfectly with her fair complexion. She took off her clothes and got into the shower. Dozens off shampoos and other beauty products lined the shelves. She let the hot water relax her. When she couldn't delay that any longer, she turned the water off and wrapped herself in a bathrobe. She walked back out into her room, and sat on her king-sized bed, and sighed.
