Anyone who has grown up in a home filled with volatility and sinister secrets or who has seen it will agree that child abuse is wrong and repulsive. In this story, a preteen undergoes the struggle of wanting to come clean about her abusive parents b...
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At The Ramsey Residence:
Patrick wakes up from his sleep around five, brushing his teeth and combing his hair. He puts on his buttoned up black shirt and some brown pants. He goes to the kitchen to fix him some breakfast, by looking in the fridge, there wasn't enough food left. Out of anger, he slammed the door back. Got Hope up from the loud thud.
"What's the matter?" Hope rubs her eyes.
"Looks like there's not enough food in there, have you seen Elora snooping?" Patrick puts his hands on his hips.
"No I haven't."
Patrick looks upstairs, takes off like a jet to get to my room. Calling out my name, he opens the door. "Elora!"
Hope scratches her head nervously.
"Is she up here?"
Before returning to my room, Patrick glances at Hope. My bedroom was completely disorganized, with blankets and pillows strewn all over the place, and glass fragments from an old photograph of me and the family wholly unrelated to me littered the floor. She then speculates that Josh might be aware of my location. He opens the door without any warning.
Josh wakes up, complaining about privacy. "Geez, can you knock?"
"Where is she?"
"She said she was leaving."
Hope shrugs Patrick out of the way. " Did she tell you where?"
"No. " He recalls what I said. "She said it wasn't any of my business. "
"It is our business. " Patrick replied.
"Dad I-" Josh attempts to explain.
Patrick yells as Hope and Josh jump in terror.
"Enough." He rubs his face. "I just don't want to hear it."
Patrick calls in to work and tells them he'll be taking the day off because of what happened. Hope is the same way, and she hates seeing people wait to pay her money. Josh felt bad for not telling his parents in the first place. He knew that honesty was always the right approach, and he promised to be more upfront with them in the future. When the news of my disappearance reached the neighbors, they gathered outside. Mr. Freeman came to the house since he knew where I used to live. He gets out of his car, pushes through the crowd, and knocks on the door.
