We've been running from him for as long as I can remember. I wonder- will we ever stop running? He has to die sometime, Momma says, then we can stop and settle down. We will have a little place in the country with land where we can grow a garden, and I can have a horse. As long as he is alive, he will never stop chasing us. He's a bulldog, she says, a pit bull. He is tenacious. We started running when I was a baby, she says. He tried to kill her and me, and she took me and ran away. We've been running and hiding ever since. He caught us once, but we got away. 1
He's my grandfather. I don't know why he hates us so much. He must hate us if he wants to kill us. I remember the look he gave Momma before we got away. He looked like a demon in the fire's red glow. He lunged for her and I screamed. Then I did what seemed natural and kicked him. Right where it counts. Momma said it was a good shot. Doubled him over and sent him sprawling on the ground howling with the pain. Then Momma grabbed me and I barely got this book and my pencils. She grabbed her bag and we ran out the door. We went to the bus stop and waited forever it seemed like, for the bus to come. It really was only four minutes, but when you are being chased and are scared of your own shadow, four minutes can be an eternity. 2
We rode to the next town and when the bus stopped, Momma went to the grocery store and bought a loaf of bread and some milk and peanut butter. I wanted to go somewhere and eat, but Momma said we had to get back on the bus. So we left, running again, riding the bus to the next town and the next, on and on. Finally, we got off the bus in [a medium-sized town in] South Dakota. 3
It was so hot that our shoes left prints in the asphalt as we walked to a nearby motel. Momma got us a room. As soon as we got inside, she locked the deadbolt and told me I could take a shower. She had something to do, and I was to lock the door after her and not open it again until I heard our special knock. She never takes the key with her, in case anything happens to her. That way, no one can get to me. 4
When she went out, I locked up after her, using the deadbolt and the chain as she told me. I was so hot and sweaty, I decided to take a long, cold shower. I washed out my clothes the best I could in the shower and hung them over the curtain rod. Then I wrapped myself in one of the sheets from the bed and sat in a chair to wait. I watched TV for awhile, and wrote in my book. It was a long time before Momma came back.5
Finally, there came that knock I knew so well. Three short taps and then a scratch on the door. I ran to open it and Momma came in with some shopping bags and a pizza box. I took the pizza and she set the bags down on the bed.6
"I got you some clothes," she said, "and me too. Hurry and get dressed so you can eat." 7
She handed me a T-shirt and a pair of jeans and then opened the pizza box and began to set the pizza out on paper plates. I went in the bathroom and came out in a minute, dressed in the new, second-hand clothes. We ate and watched some TV show about three witches. Then Momma took a shower, washing out her clothes the same way I did and hanging them over the curtain rod. Then she put on her new, old clothes and we went to bed. Momma went to sleep right away, but I could never fall asleep quickly, no matter how tired I was. I just lay there thinking. 8
Author notes
Okay, this was a VERY long dream I had... this is not all of the dream by far, and I think I have enough for a whole book. The part about the bus troubles me. Why would they stop running to wait for a bus? Maybe the bus stop was far enough away that he wouldn't catch up right away, or maybe he was in too much pain to give further chase that night. I don't know. I guess I will have to see what comes out next.
This is very, very unfinished, so keep checking back. I will be adding to this probably every day until it is finished.
What did you think? Please comment!
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Hmm. Haven't seen this one in three years either. I guess they can all stay here until I figure out what to do with them.
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Great Job
It is a good start onthe story but I want to read more and more to read to see what happen to Momma and her child.
Did Momma did something to make the Grandfather crazy?
All I can get into the story and I want to read more and more of this story. Maybe this can be a movie!
I would rank this story great job. -
Sad to say, I have never seen that movie... I will have to see it after I write the story. Thanks for your comment.
~Tawnya~ -
"It was so hot that our shoes left prints in the asphalt as we walked to a nearby motel."
That line painted such a vivid picture for me. Like I could see it happening in my head.
Throughout the whole story I kept thinking about the movie 'enough', not to devalue yours, but it was just something that came to mind, sort of a similar cenario. But it was really well put out there, and I can totally see everything you described and almost felt the same fear. good writting.
thanx
-Mimi -
Great!
This is a very good start to your story. I loved the perpective of the child, of how her Grandfather looked like the Devil the firelight. I would love to read more about this. Well Done!
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Can't give any more information than that her momma does indeed come back. I will be posting more of this story soon.
~Tawnya~ -
Will her mama come back? Keep going. I'll be back in the morning looking for more. Good Luck
BonBon -
Thank you so much for the comment. I've added to it already, and will be adding more as the night goes on. This is one book that is going to be written quickly. Thank you again.
~Tawnya~ -
Well people do strange things when they on the run. Maybe it was less then 4 minutes and the bus stop was handy.
Someone told me once about two thiefs in the mall. Ran to the bus stop and waited for a bus after they robbed a store.
Go figure.....
You have a good start here will be waiting to see where you go with it.
BonBon
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