Torture
It was a warm summer night, not a cloud in the sky, Lola could see every constellation clearly. The sounds of her footsteps echoed on the sidewalk as she walked towards her house, that cold, empty house. Lola couldn’t stand being there, so many memories reminding her of her father. That cruel heartless bastard, he h]d tortured her for years. Emotional abuse, the worst kind, the kind that really messes a person up. Years ago she snapped and killed him, the court case was a nightmare, she regretted murdering him, but was glad he was finally gone and couldn’t hurt her anymore. As she reached the front porch of her house, she sat on the stairs, staring up at the moon.
“Well, Mother, what should I do now?” She spoke lightly, hoping her Mother would reply.
for this contest
“Well, Mother, what should I do now?” She spoke lightly, hoping her Mother would reply.
for this contest
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The only chapter. [547 words]