Post by Emmy on Nov 1, 2010 18:19:49 GMT -5
You may not want to read another story about a teenage girl. Considering all the books out there with them, I honestly don’t blame you. If you hate this book that much already, put it down--there you go--back on the shelf and walk away.
But if you want to read this, go ahead.
Brace yourself. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
WordCount: 1781/50000
I tried to avoid contractions like can't and I'm so I could get more words.
That's why they sound a little weird. xD
But if you want to read this, go ahead.
Brace yourself. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
The woman sucked in air quickly. A sudden rush of pain had caused it; she sunk down to the kitchen tile in a hopeless attempt to dull it. Women crowded around her.
“She can not be the first to give birth! She can not have the first baby of Jack’s army,” they said. Inside, the woman smiled; being the first to give birth must be a great honor.
“Move,” a man snarled, pushing the others out of his way. He glared down at the woman.
“So. It’s Jane who gives birth first.”
“But I’m J--” a young teen tried to say. She was permanantly silenced in a matter of seconds.
“That is what happens when you defy me, ladies.” he said, smiling evilly. The real Jane gasped again, and clasped her large belly, about to cry from the pain. But she stopped herself before that could happen.
“Does it hurt, Jane?” he asked, and grinned. Kick. Jane tried to grab something, but there was nothing to grab. Kick. She would just have to wait it out. She prided herself with having high pain tolerance; she would show that skill here.
“Aww. It is quite fun when they scream.” Jack said in disappointment, and pushed a woman off a chair and took his place to watch Jane give birth.
Time passed, and there was enormous pressure for Jane. She could not show weakness, but honestly, she was ready to burst.
Finally, Jane screamed. Blood spilled out onto the floor, as did a baby.
No one touched her. All they did was stare, including jane. If she was a werewolf, as she should be, she would--painfully--morph into a puppy within minutes of being born.
The minutes, even seconds passed slowly. Inside, Jane panicked--what if she was not a werewolf? Impossible! She had undergone the transformation, and Jack was a werewolf--what if?
“It’s been much too long!” jack finally boomed and banged his fist down on the kitchen table, making some alcohol spill. It mixed omniously with the blood.
Jane, fearing for her newborn’s life, snatched her up into her arms and held her close. Jane’s shirt was stained with bright red lifeblood now, but she would not care.
“You--said--it--was--impossible!” with every word, a kick, a punch. “You said she would be a werewolf!” The child cried and cried. “SHUT UP!” Jack snatched the child from her mother’s arms, eyes wild with anger.
Not the closet, little Holly thought. Please not the closet. Don’t be smart enough to check the closet.
Boom! The door hit the wall and Holly blinked in the sudden light. She held her arms over her head in an attempt for protection, but she quickly learned that was a mistake.
“There you are! Why don’t you come and face punishment like a good girl?” he grabbed her exposed arms and lifted her high into the air. His words were slurred together. Holly guessed he was drunk again. And that usually meant his punishment would be unusually excessive. Holly whispered a few desperate pleas to him, even though she knew they wouldn’t work. They never would. He lifted her higher, higher into the air--and let Holly drop. She did not look up at him. She knew what would happen next.
She heard a ripping sound, and when she looked up, her father was no longer a man--but a werewolf. His paw came down, down--scratch. Her skin burned and some hot blood ran down her skinny little arm.
She thought that would be the end, but no. His paw kept hitting her, and Holly vaguely wondered through the pain what she did to deserve this much punishment.
All she did was get some food, meant for the werewolf babies. Holly had not eaten in a few days. She was really hungry.
“jack!” Holly’s mom screamed, hurrying over. There was another ripping sound, and she jumped Jack, rolling him away from Holly. She looked at the floor, unable to move quite yet. She listened silently to the snarling and yelping of her parents. She didn’t like it one bit. But this fight was worse.
The noises were getting louder and her parents banged into the walls. Holly scooted back further into the coats and sat there, shivering with fear.
A different sound, one of tearing flesh, filled the hallway. The woman screamed like she never had before, then it was silent. Holly peeked out of the doorway, and saw her father walking away from the scene. Her mother lay on the ground, a human, but she looked terrible. There was a deep slash on her large stomach, and blood was spurting like a park fountain from her neck.
“Mommy?” she asked softly, pertrified. The woman did not answer.
Holly just stood there, bleeding. She stared at her Mommy, unable to comprehend just how serious this was. She knew her Mommy was dead, but she could not--would not--believe she was really gone.
No one would care about her anymore.
Holly knew her father would not get punished, like he should, for killing her Mommy. He was the one in charge, and he never got in trouble.
He would not follow her out. He was too drunk. So Holly left her mom on the floor, but not without respectfully laying a blanket on top of her first.
“I love you, Mama.” she whispered in her ear, thinking the woman could still hear her. Holly walked out the front door and sneaked around the back. She started to walk through the woods, where her friend lived. There was a town when you got to the other side of them. It was really very nice, at least to Holly.
When she saw the houselights, Holly ran up to it and picked up a few stones. She threw them at the window once, twice, three times. It was their code for, “I need you right now”. The curtain opened just slightly, and the girl’s eyes widened when they saw Holly. She felt her cheek self-consciously; her father must have scratched her there. Holly heard her yell something to her parents, and then she was outside, next to Holly.
“Holly? Aww, wow, what happened?” she asked with concern. She was so clean, so pretty... and so loved.
“Daddy...” Holly said in reply to the girl’s question.
“That just is not right Holly....Come on. I cannot let you go anywhere looking like you do now.” she took Holly’s bloody hand and led her to the door.
The girl, whose name was Jezebel, was Holly’s only friend outside of her family. She usually snuck Holly upstairs, to her bathroom, which was right next to her bedroom. This time of day, her mother was making dinner and her father was at work. She had told Holly all this. She trusted Holly with it.
“Don’t...ah...move so much. You are dripping blood everywhere,” Jezebel said with a frown. “Do not know how I will explain that one to mom.” she muttered seemingly to herself as she slipped Holly’s overlarge t shirt off of her body. It felt nice, to have someone who does that stuff for you, Holly thought. She’s all I have left.
“Holly, why can’t you just...run away?” she asked softly. Holly was surprised; she had not been expecting that kind of question. “I mean,” Jezebel went on, “ you are pretty good at taking care of yourself, and you are only seven. Except helping yourself when this stuff happens...” she trailed off.
“Jezzy, you know that I can not.” Holly said sadly. “Daddy...he would get me like he got Mommy.” Holly’s eyes burned quickly filling with tears that were long overdue. She always saved them for Jezebel’s house. At hers, she only got punishment for crying.
“What?!” Jezebel asked, eyes even wider then before. “Holly, what happened?”
So she told Jezebel. Holly did not give her the details; she did not need to know them. At the end, her eyes got even wider, if that was possible.
“Holly.” she paused, looking in the cabinet for bandages. “You can not go back there. You can’t.”
“But Daddy will get me if I don’t!” Holly protested.
“Holly, that does not matter!” she said loudly, because her mother heard her.
“Jezebel?” she called. “Is something wrong?”
“Nah, Mom.” she yelled calmly back. Jezebel then turned to Holly. “Lemme get you a new shirt--that one, it’s flithy.” she walked off to her room while Holly stood there, taking in the view out of her window.
But, what was that dark thing out there? It was shaped almost like a...
Wolf.
“Jezzy, I-i-gotta go. Now.” she said, terrified. Jezebel poked her head back in the bathroom, holding a new set of clothes.
“Why? You just got here.” she asked curiously, handing her the clothes. They were much too big for Holly, but small on her.
“My Daddy’s here,” Holly said simply slipping on the clothes. Jezebel gasped. She muttered something that sound like “No, no...”
“Bye, Jezzy.” Holly told her with a little wave, dashing out the door and weaving her way through the big house. Jezebel was a lot slower then quick little Holly, so she could not catch her before she was out and in the forest again.
If that was one of Jack’s wives, spying on Holly for him, she was in big, big trouble. Really.
Darting through the trees, Holly finally came to their back yard and walked in through the back door, like she just had not been running for her life, or done anything wrong.
“Holly.” a low growl came form the kitchen. She gulped, and went in anyway. It would probably kill her either way. Bye world, Holly thought.
He stared at her, hard and cold, studying her. Probably figuring out what her punishment would be, she figured.
“This is the last straw, idiot child,” he finally said after a long silence. Holly widened her eyes--she read in one of Jezzy’s books it makes you look innocent. “Do not give me that look. You have been nothing but trouble since you were born. Tonight, Jane number 13 will take you to a new house, since I am that generous.”
New house? Holly was bursting with joy inside. It had to be better then here. Nothing was worse then here.
How wrong little Holly was.
“She can not be the first to give birth! She can not have the first baby of Jack’s army,” they said. Inside, the woman smiled; being the first to give birth must be a great honor.
“Move,” a man snarled, pushing the others out of his way. He glared down at the woman.
“So. It’s Jane who gives birth first.”
“But I’m J--” a young teen tried to say. She was permanantly silenced in a matter of seconds.
“That is what happens when you defy me, ladies.” he said, smiling evilly. The real Jane gasped again, and clasped her large belly, about to cry from the pain. But she stopped herself before that could happen.
“Does it hurt, Jane?” he asked, and grinned. Kick. Jane tried to grab something, but there was nothing to grab. Kick. She would just have to wait it out. She prided herself with having high pain tolerance; she would show that skill here.
“Aww. It is quite fun when they scream.” Jack said in disappointment, and pushed a woman off a chair and took his place to watch Jane give birth.
Time passed, and there was enormous pressure for Jane. She could not show weakness, but honestly, she was ready to burst.
Finally, Jane screamed. Blood spilled out onto the floor, as did a baby.
No one touched her. All they did was stare, including jane. If she was a werewolf, as she should be, she would--painfully--morph into a puppy within minutes of being born.
The minutes, even seconds passed slowly. Inside, Jane panicked--what if she was not a werewolf? Impossible! She had undergone the transformation, and Jack was a werewolf--what if?
“It’s been much too long!” jack finally boomed and banged his fist down on the kitchen table, making some alcohol spill. It mixed omniously with the blood.
Jane, fearing for her newborn’s life, snatched her up into her arms and held her close. Jane’s shirt was stained with bright red lifeblood now, but she would not care.
“You--said--it--was--impossible!” with every word, a kick, a punch. “You said she would be a werewolf!” The child cried and cried. “SHUT UP!” Jack snatched the child from her mother’s arms, eyes wild with anger.
Not the closet, little Holly thought. Please not the closet. Don’t be smart enough to check the closet.
Boom! The door hit the wall and Holly blinked in the sudden light. She held her arms over her head in an attempt for protection, but she quickly learned that was a mistake.
“There you are! Why don’t you come and face punishment like a good girl?” he grabbed her exposed arms and lifted her high into the air. His words were slurred together. Holly guessed he was drunk again. And that usually meant his punishment would be unusually excessive. Holly whispered a few desperate pleas to him, even though she knew they wouldn’t work. They never would. He lifted her higher, higher into the air--and let Holly drop. She did not look up at him. She knew what would happen next.
She heard a ripping sound, and when she looked up, her father was no longer a man--but a werewolf. His paw came down, down--scratch. Her skin burned and some hot blood ran down her skinny little arm.
She thought that would be the end, but no. His paw kept hitting her, and Holly vaguely wondered through the pain what she did to deserve this much punishment.
All she did was get some food, meant for the werewolf babies. Holly had not eaten in a few days. She was really hungry.
“jack!” Holly’s mom screamed, hurrying over. There was another ripping sound, and she jumped Jack, rolling him away from Holly. She looked at the floor, unable to move quite yet. She listened silently to the snarling and yelping of her parents. She didn’t like it one bit. But this fight was worse.
The noises were getting louder and her parents banged into the walls. Holly scooted back further into the coats and sat there, shivering with fear.
A different sound, one of tearing flesh, filled the hallway. The woman screamed like she never had before, then it was silent. Holly peeked out of the doorway, and saw her father walking away from the scene. Her mother lay on the ground, a human, but she looked terrible. There was a deep slash on her large stomach, and blood was spurting like a park fountain from her neck.
“Mommy?” she asked softly, pertrified. The woman did not answer.
Holly just stood there, bleeding. She stared at her Mommy, unable to comprehend just how serious this was. She knew her Mommy was dead, but she could not--would not--believe she was really gone.
No one would care about her anymore.
Holly knew her father would not get punished, like he should, for killing her Mommy. He was the one in charge, and he never got in trouble.
He would not follow her out. He was too drunk. So Holly left her mom on the floor, but not without respectfully laying a blanket on top of her first.
“I love you, Mama.” she whispered in her ear, thinking the woman could still hear her. Holly walked out the front door and sneaked around the back. She started to walk through the woods, where her friend lived. There was a town when you got to the other side of them. It was really very nice, at least to Holly.
When she saw the houselights, Holly ran up to it and picked up a few stones. She threw them at the window once, twice, three times. It was their code for, “I need you right now”. The curtain opened just slightly, and the girl’s eyes widened when they saw Holly. She felt her cheek self-consciously; her father must have scratched her there. Holly heard her yell something to her parents, and then she was outside, next to Holly.
“Holly? Aww, wow, what happened?” she asked with concern. She was so clean, so pretty... and so loved.
“Daddy...” Holly said in reply to the girl’s question.
“That just is not right Holly....Come on. I cannot let you go anywhere looking like you do now.” she took Holly’s bloody hand and led her to the door.
The girl, whose name was Jezebel, was Holly’s only friend outside of her family. She usually snuck Holly upstairs, to her bathroom, which was right next to her bedroom. This time of day, her mother was making dinner and her father was at work. She had told Holly all this. She trusted Holly with it.
“Don’t...ah...move so much. You are dripping blood everywhere,” Jezebel said with a frown. “Do not know how I will explain that one to mom.” she muttered seemingly to herself as she slipped Holly’s overlarge t shirt off of her body. It felt nice, to have someone who does that stuff for you, Holly thought. She’s all I have left.
“Holly, why can’t you just...run away?” she asked softly. Holly was surprised; she had not been expecting that kind of question. “I mean,” Jezebel went on, “ you are pretty good at taking care of yourself, and you are only seven. Except helping yourself when this stuff happens...” she trailed off.
“Jezzy, you know that I can not.” Holly said sadly. “Daddy...he would get me like he got Mommy.” Holly’s eyes burned quickly filling with tears that were long overdue. She always saved them for Jezebel’s house. At hers, she only got punishment for crying.
“What?!” Jezebel asked, eyes even wider then before. “Holly, what happened?”
So she told Jezebel. Holly did not give her the details; she did not need to know them. At the end, her eyes got even wider, if that was possible.
“Holly.” she paused, looking in the cabinet for bandages. “You can not go back there. You can’t.”
“But Daddy will get me if I don’t!” Holly protested.
“Holly, that does not matter!” she said loudly, because her mother heard her.
“Jezebel?” she called. “Is something wrong?”
“Nah, Mom.” she yelled calmly back. Jezebel then turned to Holly. “Lemme get you a new shirt--that one, it’s flithy.” she walked off to her room while Holly stood there, taking in the view out of her window.
But, what was that dark thing out there? It was shaped almost like a...
Wolf.
“Jezzy, I-i-gotta go. Now.” she said, terrified. Jezebel poked her head back in the bathroom, holding a new set of clothes.
“Why? You just got here.” she asked curiously, handing her the clothes. They were much too big for Holly, but small on her.
“My Daddy’s here,” Holly said simply slipping on the clothes. Jezebel gasped. She muttered something that sound like “No, no...”
“Bye, Jezzy.” Holly told her with a little wave, dashing out the door and weaving her way through the big house. Jezebel was a lot slower then quick little Holly, so she could not catch her before she was out and in the forest again.
If that was one of Jack’s wives, spying on Holly for him, she was in big, big trouble. Really.
Darting through the trees, Holly finally came to their back yard and walked in through the back door, like she just had not been running for her life, or done anything wrong.
“Holly.” a low growl came form the kitchen. She gulped, and went in anyway. It would probably kill her either way. Bye world, Holly thought.
He stared at her, hard and cold, studying her. Probably figuring out what her punishment would be, she figured.
“This is the last straw, idiot child,” he finally said after a long silence. Holly widened her eyes--she read in one of Jezzy’s books it makes you look innocent. “Do not give me that look. You have been nothing but trouble since you were born. Tonight, Jane number 13 will take you to a new house, since I am that generous.”
New house? Holly was bursting with joy inside. It had to be better then here. Nothing was worse then here.
How wrong little Holly was.
WordCount: 1781/50000
I tried to avoid contractions like can't and I'm so I could get more words.
That's why they sound a little weird. xD
