thewhiterabbit
Supernova
- Joined
- Jun 17, 2009
Hanna, Helen, and Heidi looked like there mother at east before she started doing Meth. Hanna each day watched her mother blow through more and more of her dead fathers money. Just last week the bank took the car, then the city turned of the water, phone, gas, and electric. Heather was not yet old having had Hanna when she was very young. It was half the reason there father, god rest his should married there mother. “You have to pay the bills” She tossed them on the table through the window she watched the black hummer 2 pull in. Moms dealer the man more the anyone that was responsible for there plight.
He was mad Heather was trying to make her self look small no doubt she owed him money, she always seemed to owe him money. Hanna moved to leave but muscle mountain did not move instead he blocked her path up stairs or through the door. “Look she doesn’t have the money, and we have nothing left to pawn” The man looked like a bond henchman a tattoo seemed to grow over his shoulder and up his neck. His thighs must have been bigger then her stomach, his arms bigger then her legs a regular giant.
“Mom tell Paul Bunion to move” Her mom simply looked at her feet like a kid called to the principles office. Sick thoughts slid through her mind like grease this could not be happening her mom would not go that low. She made a feint for the door then ran for the stairs only he was already there the man moved like an animal. Fear grew in her eyes thinking of all the ways one could make money off a pretty young white girl. She was defenseless the drawer of knives too far away to reach and she could never fight him unarmed. “Can't we talk this out”
He was mad Heather was trying to make her self look small no doubt she owed him money, she always seemed to owe him money. Hanna moved to leave but muscle mountain did not move instead he blocked her path up stairs or through the door. “Look she doesn’t have the money, and we have nothing left to pawn” The man looked like a bond henchman a tattoo seemed to grow over his shoulder and up his neck. His thighs must have been bigger then her stomach, his arms bigger then her legs a regular giant.
“Mom tell Paul Bunion to move” Her mom simply looked at her feet like a kid called to the principles office. Sick thoughts slid through her mind like grease this could not be happening her mom would not go that low. She made a feint for the door then ran for the stairs only he was already there the man moved like an animal. Fear grew in her eyes thinking of all the ways one could make money off a pretty young white girl. She was defenseless the drawer of knives too far away to reach and she could never fight him unarmed. “Can't we talk this out”