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Finally, I took a step forward, and then another, wondering all the way up to the house what on earth I would say once they answered the door, and how I would explain myself. There was no time for those answers before I stood at the door, and Angelica reached out and knocked. I looked to her with another smile; she was my support through all of this, and without even knowing it.
There was no answer.
I looked around us, as if he had followed us all the way here and was waiting behind me. The fear was like an enormous weight on my shoulders. I swallowed hard and knocked again myself, loudly. "Carol?" I tried leaning over to look in one of the windows, but the curtains were pulled. I pursed my lips to keep all the four-letter words from spilling out in my daughter’s presence. I knocked again.
Still no answer.
It was only then that the heat of the afternoon was beginning to bother me. As Angelica squirmed a bit in my arms, I patted her back and remembered the shade I had enjoyed from the roof in the backyard. I reasoned with myself that they wouldn’t mind, and walked around quietly, like he was listening to my footsteps. I went to the tall back gate, and was incredibly relieved that the lock was the same as it had always been, and I could let myself in.
That felt like the only real comfort since leaving the house, to be in that backyard, and out of the public eye. I took in a deep breath and let it out again before moving one of the lounge seats over and sitting by the house for shade. I put my bag down beside me, and held Angelica safely in my arms as I stroked her hair. She seemed to relax in the shade, and started to play with some of the toys I had brought for her, but I was far from relaxed. I was still on a rush of uncertainty, and my mind was racing. It was the longest hour of my life, until I heard something of importance, aside from the cars were constantly roaring by. When I heard footsteps, my ears perked.
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Really great start, I love the way you write and you already have me hooked with this story. I can’t wait to see the connection grow between them as something positive comes out of something so terrible
You are someone who is not afraid to try things out. Amazing GR. Thank you for sharing your talent with us :)
This was a great beginning. Please post more as soon as you can.
The breadth and depth of your writing is exceptional from brave and groundbreaking NC-17s to important but difficult social issues. You rock, girl!
Oh poor Tina and glad she run away and run into Bette and hope Bette help her and she let her help. This is good and like it, please post more, thanks!
Great start. Very interesting, please post soon :)
Tough subject. I am sure you will do it justice.
The first thing that ran through my mind after reading the first paragraph was J.Lo’s movie (only good one) “Enough”. I can’t wait to see what happens next.
You are an excellent writer GR, and I can’t wait to read more.
Nice start. Update soon
good start. poor Tina.
A new story from you is always a nice surprise.Great start.PPS.
Great start! This is a very tough subject to tackle and I can’t wait to see how your story unfolds. Thank you.
difficult subject but too real
Great start. Can’t wait to see what happens. Poor Tina.
Hey GR, What a great opener to what is lining up to be a fantastic and important story. While I accept that this might be too difficult for many people to read however it survives and grows in silence. I applaud you for promoting the the idealogy of survival and optimism. Life can and does get better when you take charge of your destiny. The hardness part is the constant emotional and physical blackmail that the abuser use to maintain the status quo. I have the feeling that Tina’s life is about to improve immensely. I can’t wait to read more. GR, you take on the hard subjects then educate and entertain. You rock my world. Many thanks and keep up the great work. Your Loyal Fan and (Proud) Friend.