|main menu | youngsters categories | authors | new stories | search | links | settings | author tools|
|Untitled: Part II (standard:other, 2134 words) [2/2] show all parts|
|Author: Crocker||Added: Jul 27 2001||Views/Reads: 1820/1682||Part vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|The sceret is unfolding, please read and vote!!|
Audrey walked through the doors of the police station with her eyes darting everywhere. She was terrified to be out side. But she does feel more comfortable for that the attack was inside her home, and not outside. She walked in found a police officer waiting for her. " Mrs. Cunningham, please come this way," said a female officer leading Audrey into a conference room with a long finished table with dozen of roll able leather chairs on each side. " Please take a set Mrs. Cunningham," she said pointing to a black set. " Audrey, please." " Ok, Audrey, how old are you." " 27." " Birth date 6/14/73," she replied lifting a strand of her hair behind her ears. " How long have you lived in Atlanta." " Ever since my daughter was born." " How old is your daughter?" " Five." " The father?" " Why are you asking these questions, don't you know I was almost rapped last night in my own dame home. With my daughter in her room listening to me scream, and cry and not being able to do anything," screamed Audrey throwing the glass of ice water which sat in frount of her, across the room. Then she slammed her face into her hands and laid her head down and began to weep. " Oh Audrey, I know I can't feel the way you do, but I understand. You're right, maybe you should come back another time. " We were married in 1990. I was only eighteen. I was young and foolish, I got pregnet in 1993, and Shannon was born in 1994. When the father found out that I was pregnet, he freacked out, and I haven't seen him since. He doesn't even call or send her a birthday card," she whispered. " I hate him." " Ok, thanks. Now, this might be hard, but describe what happened step by step." Audrey sighed and took a deep breath and said " It was eight- thirty, and I had just put Shannon to bed, and told her I loved her. Then I walked out, and turned the television on to watch what was happening with the president campaign. It was around nine-thirty when I switched off the television. I got up and stretched and walked over to the refrigerator to get a quick swig off orange juice. I was just putting the container away and was about to close the door, when I heard the frount door quietly close. My instinct quickly kicked in, and I knew something was wrong. I quickly walked around the corner to see who it was. I didn't see anybody, but I suddenly felt a quick urge to run, and I was about to, when I was grabbed around the waist. I quickly let out a terrified scream. The hold was a strong, secure bind around my waist. The attacker whispered " shut-up, and I won't hurt the little girl in the bed room." I quickly shut up, then he quickly started to pull me into the living room. But I freacked out, and I elbowed him in the Click here to read the rest of this story (212 more lines)
Authors appreciate feedback!
Please write to the authors to tell them what you liked or didn't like about the story!
Crocker has 6 active stories on this site.
Profile for Crocker, incl. all stories