Just a begining.
Hey everyone, this is just the start of something I've been working on for a while. In my head ofcourse. Lol. Well anyways, it's just the first scene. If I used your name, it's only because I think that that will fit the character. It has nothing to do with you. I have to go to Muay Thai now, so I'll add more later.
Screams.
She froze as she steped out of the shower.
Gun shot.
In the purest of silence, she put her clothes on. Moments went by as if they were an eternity. What happend? Who were they? Questions raced through her mind like a meteor shower. She dare not turn the fan off for fear they would hear. Her breath slowed and shallowed. They could be right outside the door. She hugged the wall behind the door as if she were high up on a skyscraper holding onfor dear life.
A noise outside the bathroom door startled her. Her eye blazed with fear as she slowly lowered herself to the floor. "Check ever room!" She heard a voice call. The door knob to the bathroom jiggled, "It's locked!" She held her breath, for how long, she didn't know. "Leave it," the first man called, "If she had been in the shower or been in there we would have heard the water running. Let's go."
She heard the footsteps vanish untill finally she heard the front door close behind them. Afraid to move, Emily sat on the foor for longer than she knew. She was afraid to step outside for fear of what had happened. What was the shot for? Who else was in the house? "Oh no!" she gasped, her mother had been watching TV in the living room. Suddenly she began to weep. She held her face in her hand and cried untill a small puddle had formed below her.
Finally she got up enough courage to face the horror that awaited her. Her hair still dripping from her shower, she entered the living room. The blood from her mother's lifeless body oozed and stained the carpet. Her face seemed to be frozen in time. The look of horror Emily saw on her mother's face was enough to make her turn her head.
Emily found the phone and called 911. As she waited she also feared the those responsible for this would return tonight to finish off what they started. Why had they attacked her in the first place? She didn't know. Her mother had had no enimies that she knew of. She pondered on these things untill she heard a knock at the door. She froze. "It's the Police," she heard a familiar voice call. Emily went for the pep-hole to make sure. To her surprise and happiness she opened the door to a very dear friend, Joseph DeLaCruz. He came inside and saw what Emily's mother lying on the floor. "What happend!?" was the first thing he said.
"I don't know. Some men, I don't know who, came in and just shot her," Emily replied.
"But they didn't shoot you?" Joe's puzzlement could be heard in his voice.
"I was in the shower, and had turned off the water and stepped out right as they opened the door... they didn't hear me and the door was locked so I guess they assumed it had been locked by accident and that I wasn't home," she replied.
"They assumed you'd be home then?" Joe asked.
"I guess so. Does that make a difference?"
Joe rose to his feet after looking at Emily's mother. "It means," he began, "that you were their target."
A look of horror and surprise shot across Emily's face, "No! That can't be! Why would they...?!" Emily staggered backwards until she hit the wall.
"Emily," Joe motioned towards her to try to calm her, but Emily sunk to the floor with that same look for horror on her face that he mother held. Without hesitation, Joe quickly went over to Emily and put his hands on her shoulders. Her face lifted up towards him, "Listen to me. It's not your fault."
Tears raced down Emily's face as she stared at her mother's body. She looked up at Joe, "But they were after me," She cried.
"I know, but that doesn't make it your fault," he assured her. Joe wraped his arms around Emily as she sobbed tears of hate, regret, saddness and anger.
Sitting, the one thing Emily didn't want to do. She didn't know who those men were and didn't know if they'd be watching the house. She wanted to run, run away from this city so they'll never find her, but Joe said that running wasn't a good idea. "It would be safer if you stayed so we can keep an eye on you," is what he had said.
Emily sat in the police station for hours as Joe tried to convince his boss to let Emily stay at his house. Emily was great friends with his entire family. His wife, Jean, was a person Emily looked up to with all her 16 year old heart, and Justin, Joe's son was Emily's best friend. Though they had had a thing for eachother a few years back, that had ended, but their friendship had only gotten stronger. Emily knew that she would be safe at their house.
"You are to close to this girl," she heard Sherriff Williams say.
"That just means I'll take better care of her," Joe protested. "Where else are you going to send her, to her sister's? They'll just look for her there! They wouldn't think of looking at my house! Even if they do, I'm a cop, I can protect her."
After a few more minutes of debating, Emily was glad to hear the Sherriff finally say, "Alright, she can stay with you." This made Emily smile for the first time the entire evening. She knew nothing would happen to her now.
Screams.
She froze as she steped out of the shower.
Gun shot.
In the purest of silence, she put her clothes on. Moments went by as if they were an eternity. What happend? Who were they? Questions raced through her mind like a meteor shower. She dare not turn the fan off for fear they would hear. Her breath slowed and shallowed. They could be right outside the door. She hugged the wall behind the door as if she were high up on a skyscraper holding onfor dear life.
A noise outside the bathroom door startled her. Her eye blazed with fear as she slowly lowered herself to the floor. "Check ever room!" She heard a voice call. The door knob to the bathroom jiggled, "It's locked!" She held her breath, for how long, she didn't know. "Leave it," the first man called, "If she had been in the shower or been in there we would have heard the water running. Let's go."
She heard the footsteps vanish untill finally she heard the front door close behind them. Afraid to move, Emily sat on the foor for longer than she knew. She was afraid to step outside for fear of what had happened. What was the shot for? Who else was in the house? "Oh no!" she gasped, her mother had been watching TV in the living room. Suddenly she began to weep. She held her face in her hand and cried untill a small puddle had formed below her.
Finally she got up enough courage to face the horror that awaited her. Her hair still dripping from her shower, she entered the living room. The blood from her mother's lifeless body oozed and stained the carpet. Her face seemed to be frozen in time. The look of horror Emily saw on her mother's face was enough to make her turn her head.
Emily found the phone and called 911. As she waited she also feared the those responsible for this would return tonight to finish off what they started. Why had they attacked her in the first place? She didn't know. Her mother had had no enimies that she knew of. She pondered on these things untill she heard a knock at the door. She froze. "It's the Police," she heard a familiar voice call. Emily went for the pep-hole to make sure. To her surprise and happiness she opened the door to a very dear friend, Joseph DeLaCruz. He came inside and saw what Emily's mother lying on the floor. "What happend!?" was the first thing he said.
"I don't know. Some men, I don't know who, came in and just shot her," Emily replied.
"But they didn't shoot you?" Joe's puzzlement could be heard in his voice.
"I was in the shower, and had turned off the water and stepped out right as they opened the door... they didn't hear me and the door was locked so I guess they assumed it had been locked by accident and that I wasn't home," she replied.
"They assumed you'd be home then?" Joe asked.
"I guess so. Does that make a difference?"
Joe rose to his feet after looking at Emily's mother. "It means," he began, "that you were their target."
A look of horror and surprise shot across Emily's face, "No! That can't be! Why would they...?!" Emily staggered backwards until she hit the wall.
"Emily," Joe motioned towards her to try to calm her, but Emily sunk to the floor with that same look for horror on her face that he mother held. Without hesitation, Joe quickly went over to Emily and put his hands on her shoulders. Her face lifted up towards him, "Listen to me. It's not your fault."
Tears raced down Emily's face as she stared at her mother's body. She looked up at Joe, "But they were after me," She cried.
"I know, but that doesn't make it your fault," he assured her. Joe wraped his arms around Emily as she sobbed tears of hate, regret, saddness and anger.
Sitting, the one thing Emily didn't want to do. She didn't know who those men were and didn't know if they'd be watching the house. She wanted to run, run away from this city so they'll never find her, but Joe said that running wasn't a good idea. "It would be safer if you stayed so we can keep an eye on you," is what he had said.
Emily sat in the police station for hours as Joe tried to convince his boss to let Emily stay at his house. Emily was great friends with his entire family. His wife, Jean, was a person Emily looked up to with all her 16 year old heart, and Justin, Joe's son was Emily's best friend. Though they had had a thing for eachother a few years back, that had ended, but their friendship had only gotten stronger. Emily knew that she would be safe at their house.
"You are to close to this girl," she heard Sherriff Williams say.
"That just means I'll take better care of her," Joe protested. "Where else are you going to send her, to her sister's? They'll just look for her there! They wouldn't think of looking at my house! Even if they do, I'm a cop, I can protect her."
After a few more minutes of debating, Emily was glad to hear the Sherriff finally say, "Alright, she can stay with you." This made Emily smile for the first time the entire evening. She knew nothing would happen to her now.