You’re hurting me.” The woman sobbed miserably. The man’s drunken risqué scorched the girl cringing in the blinding dark. “Have you already taught the girl how t’ barter for the meat on her bones? Don’t delude yourself even fo’ a second, that I know nothin’ of those countless bastards who come sniffin’ aroun’ your prime ass.” “I’ve seen you mutterin’ thin’s to her.” He hurled the accusation. “Bradley, I.-” The woman, too, faltered–years of abuse bridling her bravado.

Then a vicious, “Where?!” brutally jangled her wadded nerves. What followed was a gouging angry scrape of her bed being violently shoved aside. The agony of unknown was weighing her down when a purposeful stalking pierced through the dense silence. Within the darkened closet, Sarah heard no answer given.

But as always, both actions proved no protection against either threat.Ī loud bang rent the air when the door to her room was kicked open. Clapped her ears to render mute the approaching flounce of his heavy feet. She shut her eyes against his vile effusion. Under its menace her back throbbed remembering the furious lash of his anger it bore the last time. Today, it found Sarah in her closet with beads of primal fear running down her temples as a man’s foul oaths, quickly drawing closer, rose to hulking bellows. But whatever place she had chosen to scurry behind or beneath, a feeling of bone deep chill always followed her there. She had once been small enough to hide under a pile of clothes. There was no nook or cranny left in her room where her desperation had not led her to seek a cloak of safety. Its echo magnified the weight of her own dread ten times, and so burdened, all she could do was nod in answer. Sarah had only ever known this voice in caution and fear, however the fume of terror it carried today was nothing as she had heard before. “Sarah, honey, stay in there.” A woman’s muffled, frightened imploring slinked in through the dark. The rampant beats of her fearful little heart threatened to betray the cover of darkness black as a night’s fickle soul she found for a refuge. I hope u give it a chance with ur patience.

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Learning to Love a Rogue by Sierra Jaid