Hidden Behind Navy Shutters Page #2

• Short story
• Fiction

								

“Go to your room,” He snarls. She doesn’t budge. “Do you disobey your father?” His eyes grow darker as His anger is replaced with unfiltered rage. Not once in her ten years of existence has the girl ever disobeyed her father, until tonight. She looks at her mother, who is clearly in pain but eyes wide in silent warning:
 Just listen, please, 
and something inside the girl snaps. She lets her anger fuel her as she scrunches her eyebrows together and shoves her small frame forward, desperate to reach her mom. A terrified, strangled cry echoes through the night. If the neighbors hear, they don’t come running. She is lifted up off the ground. She gasps as He grabs her hard and fast. She is caught so tightly in His hands,


Blinding pain, 
Searing pain, 
Excruciating pain, 

then finally…
 nothing. 

I reach for Emery and hold her gently. I have been watching her for a while now, but it’s finally time to bring her home.
“Do not fear, little angel,” I tell her, “you are safe now.”
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