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    Disturbance

    Christie: Angie im so scared, I need to go back I shouldve stayed with her.

    Angie: no Christie you know you can’t…did you call them?

    Christie nodded her head.

    Angie:ok well just wait they will be here in a mintue.

    This was the time to ask Christie the important question. Angelica walked over to Christie taking her hand and bringing her to the bed to sit.

    Angie: um Chris where are your clothes?

    It took a mintue for Christie to comprehend what Angie was asking her, she was still trying to catch her breath from running non stop without looking back to Angie house. After a mintue or two she was starting to calm down.

    Christie: I don’t know, I was so scared I just jump up and out my window to here with you…

    Christie looked into Angie eyes while still holding her hand.

    Christie: …please we gotta go back we gotta do something.

    Angie: What can we do Christie we are only kids?

    Christie: please Angie you are the only one who can help me!

    Christie said in her child like voice.

    Angie knew they shouldnt go back but instead go wake her mother up and ask for help but that wasnt an option. What was she to do, afterall this was her best friend and they do anything for each other.

    Hesitantly speaking.

    Angie: okay but we only peek in like last time, if we get caught we gotta hurry back ok?

    Christie nodded again jumping up anxiously.

    Christie: ok come on let’s go.

    Angie: wait!

    Christie looked at Angelica pleading with her eyes scared that Angie may have change her mind.  

    Angie walked over to her dresser, took something out then walked back over to Christie.

    Angie: here put these on.       

    Christie looked down to see Angie handing her a pair of her silk kiddie pajamas. Christie looked back up to Angie and smiled, she really did love Angelica not because she was helping her but because Angie had been a really good friend to her and they always had fun together. Despite their differences Christie with her short curly blonde locks, green eyes, and creamy white skin while Angie on the other hand had long unruly brown curly hair, dark brown orbs, and mocha coffee colored skin but nonetheless to them they were more like sisters than best friends.             

    Christie: thank you.

    She hugged Angie tight and then both girls climb out of Angelica’s bedroom window and started running to Christie house holding hands, locking them up tightly as if they were vowing to never let go. They were two brave little girls in a dangerous situation.

    Once near Christie house you could hear it, shouting, screaming, but more importantly crying. Angie and Christie both knew neighbors could hear it too as lights from different houses were starting to turn on and dogs barking. Angie just knew this was going to be bad.

    They got to Christie window and climbed back in as the window was still left open. They heard the door push opened and slammed as the footsteps made their way down the steps, this cause both girls to fall on the floor and all over each other, if would be a funny scene if not for the horrible situation they were in. Now lying on their backs trying not to be seen because if they were seen hell would break lose, they both notice they didn’t get a chance to close the window. Angie was starting to panick but wanted to be brave for Christie, luckly the person who left didn’t come up to the window and now the coast were clear.

    Christie got up and slowly closed the window, she turned to see Angelica just as scare as she.

    Christie: its ok Angie just a peek right?

    Angie: right

    Slowly they walked out the room and into the living room. You could see things thrown and knocked over everywhere, glass broken, blood on the carpet…it was a scary picture out of a twisted horror movie.

    Whispering to each other.

    Angie: im scared

    Christie: me too

    Angie: we need to get out of here

    Christie: I just need to make sure she’s ok

    Angie: right…ok

    They looked around the living room and kitchen but saw no one. Suddenly they both got chills, someone was standing between them. When they turned around and looked to see who it was, both girls gasped in shock.

    Person: What are you doing?

    Stay tuned for more Disturbance….

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    Comments

      • Sometimes you have to pull out on reading some stories, I’ve done it many times on stories I couldn’t connect to so I understand….but I have to tell it sorry

    1. Wow! you are a very serious topic touched on the second story.
      stories about such topics is not always easy to read. (but I’m pretty broad interests in Tibette stories.)
      So, I’m with you :)
      Why do I get the feeling that Tina Christie’s mother, and she is who brutally beaten?
      what disturbed me most is the indifference of neighbors, everyone knew what was happening!

    2. HUM! seems to me that we have a history
      with life real.Tema involving violence and
      Abuse always scare us, but it is necessary
      talk, even if people do not like.
      I can see someone and beaten or suffers
      abuse.
      And as you are a great writer, I will embark
      without fear of error that his new story because
      I have full confidence in you for us to toast
      but with an incredible history.

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