2OK my dear/awesome readers and reviewers. Here is the rewrite of 'Runaway Love'. Once again I am so so so sorry that I haven't bee posting but I already have quite a few chapters typed up so we should be good to go. Plus the details in this story will be a bit more in depth because I have been doing research, and hopefully it will be all around better for you people...fine my peoples cause you're all my peoples!
One
Lacey's Story
I knew that I couldn't stop for any reason, because if I did I would end up just like the rest of my sisters...dead. She would torture me for awhile, but I knew that no matter how long that lasted when she got bored she would finish me off with a bullet to the head and bury me in the woods that were outside our house.
Out of six kids I was the only one left. It had started out as quick deaths and then our mother would torture the other kids, but it slowly progressed and she got bored with that. So she would torture her choice child for awhile then when it was no longer amusing she would quickly disperse of them and move on to the next. None of us wanted this, therefor everyone had tried to make there torturing last as long as possible, so that they could postpone the next child's.
It wasn't like she had a system in which she killed us off...that we knew of anyway. I mean to us it had always looked like she randomly picked a child, or the child that got on her nerves worst that particular day. And we could never tell, because she always found out, and if she found out then everyone would have a punishment that day, once again nobody wanted that.
We weren't scared for ourselves necessarily, they weren't scared for themselves necessarily they were mostly scared for the one that would come after them.
Lacey was the youngest one to get killed. She was only one when she was killed, and though the kill was quickest the torturing was absolutely longest. After she was killed her body was tortured for 12 months 3 weeks and 2 days.
"Bella," My mom called from upstairs. We were all scared of her, but she hadn't ever laid a hand on us. I guess it was more of the threat of what she could do, then of what she had actually done. I was the third youngest and if they could, the oldest always tried to be the ones that got in trouble...even if it was our doing. But when she called someone directly, we knew that the person she called better be the one that answered.
"Yes ma'am?" I called loud enough for her to hear, but not loud enough so she would think I was yelling at her or being disrespectful to her.
"Can you go down to Lacey's room and check on her? Get her to shut up."Renee said in a harsh tone. While Renee had the room on the top floor, the oldest kids had a room on this first floor and the rest of us shared the basement, where Lacey currently was.
"Yes ma'am." I said running down to the basement. Though I was one of the youngest, I wasn't that young. I was 10 years old, and I knew I needed to get Lacey to hush up. "Lacey baby, you gotta calm down. Momma is getting mad." I said as I cradled her in my arms.
She just continued to cry as she held her jaw. I had forgot that she had teeth coming in, and this scared me because I knew it would be next to impossible to get her to calm down. I spent hours down there trying to get her to stop crying, but nothing worked. And after awhile Renee got annoyed with the noise and decided to stop it herself.
"Give the stupid child here!" She commanded as she came down the latter.
"No!" Carmen yelled coming to grab Lacey from me. Carmen was the oldest and stuck by me and Lacey more then anyone else.
"It is either her or all of you!" Renee yelled still mad.
"But she is just a baby!" I proclaimed, scared of what would happen to Lacey. But I was also scared of what might happen to us.
"I don't care!" Renee yelled snatching her from Carmen. "And she is annoying the hell out of me!"
Renee put her in the freezer and left her there. From time to time one of us would pass her, and want to take her out...but we were scared that she would punish everyone for it. So she was left there until my eleventh birthday when Renee told me to clean her up. As soon as Renee left to go with her boyfriend Carmen helped me clean it up, but made me close my eyes while she buried Lacey's body. We cried the whole time wishing we had just sacrificed our selves for the poor little baby, but we couldn't change the past.
Ok I was able to post it way sooner then I thought and this chapter actually really distubrs me more then the more in depth ones just because it was a little baby. But once again this is based on stuff that has actually happened. Vote for the title so I can change it from No Title!