keza
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this stories called HOPE (about child abuse)
i came up with the idea when i was 13, made the draft then and now im kinda adding toit, this is all rough for it hasnt been read over etc by me...so i apologise for my crapness at writing..some of ur stuff is amazing so it may put mine to shame...lol ^.^
hope u like it! this is how far ive got...
Never before had she ventured this far before, never before had she disobeyed her mothers sharp words, fear kept Gabby going, running deeper into the cavernous, dank underground that was used as extra storage space.
It held the potential as a basement or a cellar of some kind, but it had never before been renovated along with the rest of the house, it had been left, forgotten and rotting.
The spiders seemed to cling to the very air, which was thick and musty with thirty years of grime. Gabby pushed her way through the collection of boxes trying her best to move but make as little sound as possible.
Finally it seemed, the room came to an end and Gabby came into contact with the rough, cold surface of the wall. Slightly perplexed on what her next action would be, Gabby turned around, pressing her back against the one solid and stable object in the room.
Her hair stuck to her sweaty, pink forehead and she could feel the dirt clinging to her body and new white dress, not only would her mother kill her after the ignorance she had shown towards her orders, but now the irrecoverable damage would not go in her favour.
The sound of heavy approaching foot steps seemed to alter Gabby’s breathing ability, arching her back in panic she scanned the room quickly for a place of sanctuary. Her gaze fell upon a large upturned box in the furthest corner from the only entrance. Stooping down low, Gabby scampered over to it, lifting it over herself just as the clip of a stiletto heal could be heard on the stone floor.
Her mother was in the room.
“Gabriella.” Came a hiss from the still surroundings, Tara Matthews didn’t need to say anymore, the tone of her voice told all to her young daughter.
Clamping a hand over her mouth, Gabby tried to do anything but let the squeal of fright escape her pursed lips.
Loud movement could be heard as boxes, linen and old toys went flying in Tara’s search for the small child. Wriggling her body on the cold floor Gabby manoeuvred herself underneath an old tablecloth, which covered the whole of her body and made her a feel a little safer in her box.
“Where the **** are you, you stupid child?” Tara growled kicking damp boxes out of her way with a pointy-toed foot. Muttering under her breath Tara slowly inched her way closer to the end of the room, which was relatively empty in comparison to the front of it. Frowning she stood still, un-aware she was stood in the exact place Gabby herself had been a few short moments before.
Her angry gaze fell onto the only place possible, a wide box, it’s corners knocked in slightly, with a small tendril of golden blond hair escaping from underneath.
Smiling to herself Tara inched her way forward, outstretched her hand and yanked the box from its place on the floor.
There her daughter lay, trembling and covered in the tablecloth that Tara had bought the night before it had all happened...brushing away the flickering memory Tara through the box to her left.
“Get up” Tara whispered folding her arms across her chest, as she watched Gabby slowly rise to her feet. Gabby watched her beautiful mother wrinkle her nose in disgust as she stood up.
“You’re a disgrace!” Tara spat, grabbing Gabby’s arm and dragging her to the stairs at the other side of the room. The boxes had all been moved from Tara’s previous entry into the room, so they were out of the room in half the time it had taken to get into it.
Gabby blinked as she entered the brightly lit hallway, shielding her eyes with her dirt covered hand, Gabby fixed her attention to the floor, knowing if she held eye contact with her mother she would aggravate her even further.
“Look at your dress you horrible brat! That was new on this morning and look what you’ve done to it already…I distinctly asked you to stay inside and what do you do…? The complete sodding opposite!” Tara slapped Gabby sharply across the face.
“Get out of my sight.” Tara waved her daughter away, stalking off into the kitchen where her open bottle of vodka was waiting for her.
“Mrs Matthews your husband told me to leave the message he-”
“Let me guess he isn’t coming back tonight?” Tara shot a steely look at Stephanie, the young girl who had been working for her since Gabby was born. Stephanie nodded, making her black curly hair bounce.
“Go away!” Tara slurred, taking a swig from the bottle, when Stephanie didn’t move Tara swung her arm out violently, “**** off!” The young girl scuttled silently from the room.
* * *
Gabby rubbed her check gently, fleeing quickly to her room, the faster she was out of her mother’s line of vision the better.
As soon as she was safely in her room, she clicked the door, slowly shut, when the door was closed properly it meant more effort was needed, meaning that she was sometimes safe as the alcohol she consumed seemed to drain most of the energy Tara had.
Sighing deeply Gabby started to untie her dress, she had had a lucky escape, on another other occasion she would have received a harsh beating and a few words, but just because she had been sent to her room, didn’t mean that she was safe. Even when her mother was asleep Gabby was not totally safe, it was when she was unconscious, this usually occurred with vodka, whisky or some fatal concoction that her friend Donald made.
Gabby disliked Donald, he liked her though and always managed to make Gabby feel out of place and uncomfortable, but he was an adult and as her mother had said on frequent occasions. Adults were more intelligent and knew better than any child, so she was not allowed to disagree with anything any adult said or did to her.
i came up with the idea when i was 13, made the draft then and now im kinda adding toit, this is all rough for it hasnt been read over etc by me...so i apologise for my crapness at writing..some of ur stuff is amazing so it may put mine to shame...lol ^.^
hope u like it! this is how far ive got...
Chapter One
Never before had she ventured this far before, never before had she disobeyed her mothers sharp words, fear kept Gabby going, running deeper into the cavernous, dank underground that was used as extra storage space.
It held the potential as a basement or a cellar of some kind, but it had never before been renovated along with the rest of the house, it had been left, forgotten and rotting.
The spiders seemed to cling to the very air, which was thick and musty with thirty years of grime. Gabby pushed her way through the collection of boxes trying her best to move but make as little sound as possible.
Finally it seemed, the room came to an end and Gabby came into contact with the rough, cold surface of the wall. Slightly perplexed on what her next action would be, Gabby turned around, pressing her back against the one solid and stable object in the room.
Her hair stuck to her sweaty, pink forehead and she could feel the dirt clinging to her body and new white dress, not only would her mother kill her after the ignorance she had shown towards her orders, but now the irrecoverable damage would not go in her favour.
The sound of heavy approaching foot steps seemed to alter Gabby’s breathing ability, arching her back in panic she scanned the room quickly for a place of sanctuary. Her gaze fell upon a large upturned box in the furthest corner from the only entrance. Stooping down low, Gabby scampered over to it, lifting it over herself just as the clip of a stiletto heal could be heard on the stone floor.
Her mother was in the room.
“Gabriella.” Came a hiss from the still surroundings, Tara Matthews didn’t need to say anymore, the tone of her voice told all to her young daughter.
Clamping a hand over her mouth, Gabby tried to do anything but let the squeal of fright escape her pursed lips.
Loud movement could be heard as boxes, linen and old toys went flying in Tara’s search for the small child. Wriggling her body on the cold floor Gabby manoeuvred herself underneath an old tablecloth, which covered the whole of her body and made her a feel a little safer in her box.
“Where the **** are you, you stupid child?” Tara growled kicking damp boxes out of her way with a pointy-toed foot. Muttering under her breath Tara slowly inched her way closer to the end of the room, which was relatively empty in comparison to the front of it. Frowning she stood still, un-aware she was stood in the exact place Gabby herself had been a few short moments before.
Her angry gaze fell onto the only place possible, a wide box, it’s corners knocked in slightly, with a small tendril of golden blond hair escaping from underneath.
Smiling to herself Tara inched her way forward, outstretched her hand and yanked the box from its place on the floor.
There her daughter lay, trembling and covered in the tablecloth that Tara had bought the night before it had all happened...brushing away the flickering memory Tara through the box to her left.
“Get up” Tara whispered folding her arms across her chest, as she watched Gabby slowly rise to her feet. Gabby watched her beautiful mother wrinkle her nose in disgust as she stood up.
“You’re a disgrace!” Tara spat, grabbing Gabby’s arm and dragging her to the stairs at the other side of the room. The boxes had all been moved from Tara’s previous entry into the room, so they were out of the room in half the time it had taken to get into it.
Gabby blinked as she entered the brightly lit hallway, shielding her eyes with her dirt covered hand, Gabby fixed her attention to the floor, knowing if she held eye contact with her mother she would aggravate her even further.
“Look at your dress you horrible brat! That was new on this morning and look what you’ve done to it already…I distinctly asked you to stay inside and what do you do…? The complete sodding opposite!” Tara slapped Gabby sharply across the face.
“Get out of my sight.” Tara waved her daughter away, stalking off into the kitchen where her open bottle of vodka was waiting for her.
“Mrs Matthews your husband told me to leave the message he-”
“Let me guess he isn’t coming back tonight?” Tara shot a steely look at Stephanie, the young girl who had been working for her since Gabby was born. Stephanie nodded, making her black curly hair bounce.
“Go away!” Tara slurred, taking a swig from the bottle, when Stephanie didn’t move Tara swung her arm out violently, “**** off!” The young girl scuttled silently from the room.
* * *
Gabby rubbed her check gently, fleeing quickly to her room, the faster she was out of her mother’s line of vision the better.
As soon as she was safely in her room, she clicked the door, slowly shut, when the door was closed properly it meant more effort was needed, meaning that she was sometimes safe as the alcohol she consumed seemed to drain most of the energy Tara had.
Sighing deeply Gabby started to untie her dress, she had had a lucky escape, on another other occasion she would have received a harsh beating and a few words, but just because she had been sent to her room, didn’t mean that she was safe. Even when her mother was asleep Gabby was not totally safe, it was when she was unconscious, this usually occurred with vodka, whisky or some fatal concoction that her friend Donald made.
Gabby disliked Donald, he liked her though and always managed to make Gabby feel out of place and uncomfortable, but he was an adult and as her mother had said on frequent occasions. Adults were more intelligent and knew better than any child, so she was not allowed to disagree with anything any adult said or did to her.
