The Game
Not Papers
Monica woke up just like any other day in her cement room; cold and hungry.
She stood and went over to the toilet, flipping the switch and relieving herself. After she washed her hands she flipped the switch off.
She looked in the mirror and touched her face. Last month she wouldn't have believed this was her. Her cheeks were slightly sunk in, her ribs a bit more prominent. Her eyes didn't sparkle the way they used to.
Monica knew she wasn't ready for what was growing inside of her, but she also knew it deserved a chance at life. She loved it, even if it killed her. Even if it's father killed her.
“But he wouldn't do that if I'm pregnant would he?” She asked her reflection, receiving no answer. Not that she expected one.
She picked up a new book from the pile and began to read as she sat on her cot.
As Mikey drove through town he noticed a lot of papers all over .No, not papers, fliers. He parked on the side of the road, got out and picked one up.
He clenched his fists, crumpling the paper a bit. He got in the car and drove the rest of the way with white knuckles.
When he arrived her thundered down the stairs, flier in hand. He checked the light before he opened the door to see her reading.
She looked up at him. “Good morning Mikey.”
“Pack your stuff.”
She gave him a questioning look.
He held up the flier; Missing: Monica Counterman.
She stood and went over to the toilet, flipping the switch and relieving herself. After she washed her hands she flipped the switch off.
She looked in the mirror and touched her face. Last month she wouldn't have believed this was her. Her cheeks were slightly sunk in, her ribs a bit more prominent. Her eyes didn't sparkle the way they used to.
Monica knew she wasn't ready for what was growing inside of her, but she also knew it deserved a chance at life. She loved it, even if it killed her. Even if it's father killed her.
“But he wouldn't do that if I'm pregnant would he?” She asked her reflection, receiving no answer. Not that she expected one.
She picked up a new book from the pile and began to read as she sat on her cot.
As Mikey drove through town he noticed a lot of papers all over .No, not papers, fliers. He parked on the side of the road, got out and picked one up.
He clenched his fists, crumpling the paper a bit. He got in the car and drove the rest of the way with white knuckles.
When he arrived her thundered down the stairs, flier in hand. He checked the light before he opened the door to see her reading.
She looked up at him. “Good morning Mikey.”
“Pack your stuff.”
She gave him a questioning look.
He held up the flier; Missing: Monica Counterman.
♠ ♠ ♠
Short, its a set up chapter. You have to earn it. I want at least one more subscriber and three comments. The comments can't be from the same person!