Don’t Come Out Until I Come to Get You

This apartment.  Such good news.  We don’t have to live with Grandma anymore and I can stay at the same school.

“Get in here.  Don’t come out.  I will come and get you.”

I climbed on top of the boxes and she closed the cheap, bi-fold closet doors.

I could imagine the apartment.

Dark as my closet.

My bed was made. My room was neat.

I knew they were sitting in the darkness.

Smoking.

I could imagine the glow of the cigarette in the dark…

Glass shattered.

“I know that bitch is in there.”

“I’m gonna kill her.”

Pounding on the apartment door.

Screaming.

Banging.

Probably some kicking.

Silence.

The police arrive.

I think.

The guy who moved in, turns out, he’s still married, but both of them can walk to the office from here.

They’re pretty sure she doesn’t know mom has an 11 year-old.

That’s why I’m in the closet. So I’m safe.

 

Today I’m linking with Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop.  Prompt #5.

Mama's Losin' It

 

 

Comments

  1. Oh, my word. Did you really experience that? Harrowing for sure.

  2. What a traumatic thing for a child to experience. Sadly, there are people in my family who can relate. Amazing post. Stopping by from Mama Kat’s.

  3. how scary for a little girl to go through that. very well written. I could feel myself in that closet

    hi from mk’s

  4. Awesome. Just awesome.

    And WTF – no free beans? I haven’t made many white chili’s before, but I’ll have to check out their recipe. 😀

  5. And by awesome, I mean the writing! 😀

  6. Wow, that was a really powerful piece of writing – how terrifying!

    Here from MK’s, glad to have found you.

  7. Powerfully written, but I am so sorry that happened!

  8. Wow. Terrifying for sure. I could imagine being there in the dark with my heart pounding out of my chest.

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