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Just another sad story; Chapter 8
[ADAM'S
POV;ten years later]
i never thought, i 'd live to tell her story.
well, let's start here.
when we were at the park. we we're sitting on a
bench.
i could have sworn we were being followed, so did she. and we
were.
she seen him coming, i had no idea. "Adam, go get a
coke from the machine, here's a few dollars."
" um okay." i replied.
i came back she was gone. she left me something. her
phone.
this is what is said,
"adam, i love you more than anythin go bck home, you can
surive it. stay strong, he's going to make me do
things, bad things. then he'll kill me. tell stacey i love
her. love you<3 goodbye"
so i went home, i got beaten every single day. i cut myself, and
tried to kill myself., and also dropped out of school. now, i
have my own wife and kid.
My wife and i have a beautiful baby girl named,
emma.
the end.
Just another sad story; Chapter 7
"i
understand."adam replied.
i got a text message the first one in what felt like, forever. i
read , i didn't know whos number it was. "You
& the boy, now. across the street from the park twenty
mintues. or else."
i didn't want to worry adam more than he already was, being a
run away and all.
"i think we should leave now , adam."
"otay" he repeplied back.
i tried to find a park and so i did, i got that feeling of
being watched again, while we were walking there. is it possible
we were being watched the whole entire time?
"emma, i don't want to trobble you but.....i've been
getting some type of werid feeling that we aren't
alone."
"just keep walking." i told
him.
Just another sad story; Chapter 6
me and adam
thought we should just run away. so that's excatly what we
did. it's not like they'd care. after my mom left for
work, we waited 10 or 15 mintues, then put on our coats and
headed for the door. i seen brandon's wallet on the kitchen
counter. i took it. there had to been 10 fifty dollar bills
in there. adam was beside me, we started walking into the woods
behind our house, we kept walking for miles. "i'm
hungry." adam said, i could hear his stomach growling. we
found a place several miles into another town it was about
4 in the afternoon by the time we got there. "are we ever
going back, emma?" i looked around. " no never.
it's just us now.
okay?"
Just another sad story; Chapter 5
he fanailly
gave up after several mintues of beating me, i think he just like
to hear me scream and cry. i tried once or twice to
get away, it just made everything alot worse. i went in my
room throwing myself into into my bed, screaming in tears. i
don't know what i did, but i guess i desevered to get
beat. after an hour of that, i peeked out my bedroom door
to see if brandon was down stairs. he was passed out on the
couch, i snuck across the hall as quiet as ever, into adams room.
"adam, it's me. let me in." i whispered. he opened
the door almost instantly. "what did you do to get beat like
that, they never beat you?" i asked him. "he said he
was gonna beat you when you came home, i said no and tried to
take the belt off of him." he said back with a very
depressed look on his face. "you didn't need to do
that." i said as i hugged him. we sat in his room the rest
of the night, on hid bed playing board games. not making a sound.
around 3:30 adam said he heard a door open. it was just mom going
to work. i didn't dare say a word for the the hour while she
was getting ready, neither did
adam.
Just another sad story; Chapter 3
after study
hall, i walked to my locker. i opened it up to see that, they had
ripped and slightly burned that book. as tears almost fell from
my eyes, they walked by. "hows that book coming" one of
ashley's friends said with the dirtiest look on her
face. i threw it at her and screamed "you tell me. oh, i
forget you can't even read?" she spit on me, right in my
face to be more clear. if my spanish teacher hadn't
walked into the hallway right then, i just might have
smacked her. instead, i walked away, and walked home. the whole
walk home, i felt like i was being followed, maybe i was, who
knows. about 20 feet from my house, i could already hear yelling
and screaming, i thought it was mom & brandon
fighting. but, it
wasn't.
Just another sad story; Chapter
2
as i waked
into i knew this year was going to be bad. i went over and
found my locker. "hi emma." stacey said as she game me
a hug. "hi." i was scared, and more depressed
than ever. i walked in to the class room and picked a
seat in the back and set my harry potter half blood prince
book down. the girl i hated the most sat right infrount of me,
ashley weathers, the most popluar girl in school. "she looks
like a barbie doll in her hot pink high heels, mini skirt and low
cut top. with the bright pink lip gloss and punds of make up on,
and her bleached blonde hair." i thought to myself. the
whole way through the day ashley weather had something to say
about everythingi did. i tried to keep to myself and
read my favorite harry potter book, but that didn't help
either. i went to go to study hall ofr 8th period, i
left my favorite book, the only persent i've gotten in
years, in my locker alone, since i already had homework to-do. i
sat with stacey and she told me she had seen ashley and her
friends get into my locker a few mintues after i started walking
to eight period. i didn't think this day coulld get much
wrose than having all the popluar girls call me names, boy was i
wrong.
Just another sad story; Chapter
1
about two
years ago it where this all had started. when my mom married him,
brandon.
ever since that, my moms beat me & so has he. he's drinks
all the time and doesn't have a job, my mom does drugs alot.
i don't know why they hate me, but i'd love to
know. they don't beat my brother, adam. well only when
he's bad. he's three years younger than i am. he's 10
years old, this poor kid has to be stuck here with them three
more years then i do, i constantly think to myself. wanna know
what's happending today? it's the 3erd day of school,
it's still warm out, they'll think i'm werid of
convering arms in bracelets, and sweatshirts. oh well, not
like the cared before. the only one that cares about me is
stacey. i guess i'll be an outsider
forever.