Post by Emma Williams on Jul 20, 2021 4:16:29 GMT
“I swear, that man need to keep better track of his appointments, I don’t see why he doesn’t let Emma stay here with us if he has plans.”
“I know it’s unfortunate dear, but we just have to deal with it a while longer.”
“She’s better off with us, I don’t see what Gina saw in that heathen!”
Emma hid behind the door the study door to grandpas study, listening to her grandparents say bad things about Daddy. She grew more anxious and hurried back over to the big front window near the front door so she could look down her grandparents long driveway. They lived in a richer part of L.A. complete with the security gate.
Daddio had promised to see about picking her up early, and he hadn’t disappointed. Grandmas discontent that uncle Nate was on his way had been heard clear from the kitchen and Emma had grinned widely behind her book.
She knew they they were mommy’s mommy and daddy, but they were mean. They spoke in big words and were consntaly putting Daddio down whenever he wasn’t around. They made Emma not run in the house, she could only bring certain toys over, and worse, they didn’t want her running around in the backyard. She had to sit inside and read a book or practice the piano.
At first she thought it would be fun, but she grew to hate it just like the people who kept her prisoner here every other Friday night and Saturday. And today had been the worst day yet. She hoped Daddy didn’t find the bruises, he was stressed as is.
She hadn’t meant to break it. It’d been an accident, as Emma hadn’t been watching where she was walking and bumped into one of the hall tables. Nailing the corner with her shoulder, she’d accidentally sent a vase Toppling off and it had shattered against the marbled floor. Grandma had been furious, screaming at her that she should have been paying attention when she’d been struck, and called a bad girl. Grandpa had finally intervened when he realized grandma was getting out of hand, telling her to go take one of her pills, before he’d told Emma she’d be alright and to not tell Daddy.
The moment she saw the familiar grill of that Chevy Silverado, Emma was already running towards the button for the gate. Nathan Cross didn’t even have to signal he was there, she was ontop of it. She quickly moved for her backpack then, scurrying across the hall to where it waited for her.
She slipped it up onto her tiny shoulders and then made a beeline for the front door, ignoring the no running rule as she grabbed the knob and then yanked the door open. The truck had just parked when she was already running down the steps, the relief evident on her face. “Uncle Nate!” She called, “Uncle Nate!” She rushed around the front of the truck, fully prepared to fling her arms around him the moment she reached him. “I’m so glad to see you,” her voice cracked as a swell of emotion filled her and she could feel her eyes started to water as she took in a shuddered breath.
“I know it’s unfortunate dear, but we just have to deal with it a while longer.”
“She’s better off with us, I don’t see what Gina saw in that heathen!”
Emma hid behind the door the study door to grandpas study, listening to her grandparents say bad things about Daddy. She grew more anxious and hurried back over to the big front window near the front door so she could look down her grandparents long driveway. They lived in a richer part of L.A. complete with the security gate.
Daddio had promised to see about picking her up early, and he hadn’t disappointed. Grandmas discontent that uncle Nate was on his way had been heard clear from the kitchen and Emma had grinned widely behind her book.
She knew they they were mommy’s mommy and daddy, but they were mean. They spoke in big words and were consntaly putting Daddio down whenever he wasn’t around. They made Emma not run in the house, she could only bring certain toys over, and worse, they didn’t want her running around in the backyard. She had to sit inside and read a book or practice the piano.
At first she thought it would be fun, but she grew to hate it just like the people who kept her prisoner here every other Friday night and Saturday. And today had been the worst day yet. She hoped Daddy didn’t find the bruises, he was stressed as is.
She hadn’t meant to break it. It’d been an accident, as Emma hadn’t been watching where she was walking and bumped into one of the hall tables. Nailing the corner with her shoulder, she’d accidentally sent a vase Toppling off and it had shattered against the marbled floor. Grandma had been furious, screaming at her that she should have been paying attention when she’d been struck, and called a bad girl. Grandpa had finally intervened when he realized grandma was getting out of hand, telling her to go take one of her pills, before he’d told Emma she’d be alright and to not tell Daddy.
The moment she saw the familiar grill of that Chevy Silverado, Emma was already running towards the button for the gate. Nathan Cross didn’t even have to signal he was there, she was ontop of it. She quickly moved for her backpack then, scurrying across the hall to where it waited for her.
She slipped it up onto her tiny shoulders and then made a beeline for the front door, ignoring the no running rule as she grabbed the knob and then yanked the door open. The truck had just parked when she was already running down the steps, the relief evident on her face. “Uncle Nate!” She called, “Uncle Nate!” She rushed around the front of the truck, fully prepared to fling her arms around him the moment she reached him. “I’m so glad to see you,” her voice cracked as a swell of emotion filled her and she could feel her eyes started to water as she took in a shuddered breath.