text: Sarah Rhudy She sees us, Holly All my loves 
   
   
     
      Have you ever wondered what it would be like to be afraid of your own guardian? Ever been curious what it felt like to be hit by your own mother? Well have you? If you have I encourage you to countinue on with your reading, if you haven't I advise you to exit out of this book and go read another one less grusome and horrifying. What? You still want to read? Very well...but again I shall warn you that what you are about to read is a horrifying story about to children, their abusive mother and one terrible night.  
     It was around two o'clock on a cold Wednesday afternoon, when seven year old Holly walked through the door of her small apartment and into her tiny living room. Her older sister Mary-Anne, was already home, working on a science project that her annoying teacher had given her two day earlier. Holly walked infront of her sister and sat on her knees.  
     "When do you think Mama's gunna get home?" She asked a little afraid.  
     "I don't know, but I hope it isn't soon. I'd like to finish the solar system before I get as blue as Neptune." Holly laughed, even though she knew that it wasn't a joke. The beatings started right when their mother walked through that door. With her tired face and angered eyes. Holly usually blamed herself for the beatings and secretly she knew her sister did too. 
     "I don't want her to come home." Holly said, taking out her math homework.  
     "Neither do I, but she has to come back some time." Mary-Anne sighed and scribbled somthing on her paper.  
     "Sadly," Holly says, and begans on her math. As the girls worked on their homework their mother, Kendall, was on her way home, mad and stressed as ever. She was going through which girl she would beat first and which girl would get it last. See Kendall used to never beat on her children, it never even crossed her mind to do such an evil thing. But then all that changed when their father, Hery, left them without any notice or warning. Instead of blaming the constint arguing and yelling, she blamed the two innocent girls that were sitting in their room wondering where their father went.  
     Kendall walked up the stairs of her apartment building and finally to her apartment. Before she slipped her key in she looked at her neghibor's apartment door. She walked over to the door and knocked. After no answer she walked back over to her apartment and unlocked the door.  
     "I'm home!" Kendall yelled. Holly and Mary-Anne froze in their spots. The girls quickly put away their homework and shut their mouths closed.  
     "What? No hello mom?" Kendall challanged. The girls kept their mouths shut as they eyed their mother cautiously.  
     "Well then, that's how it is. Just allow me to change and then we will have a nice dinner shall we?" Then Kendall walked out of the living room and into her room. Suprised, the girls changed quick glances before bolting to the bathroom to wash their hands and go back to the living room. When their mother returned she laughed at the girls and walked into the kitchen, where she prepaird nasty Hamburger Helper. She set up the table and invited the skeptically girls to the table. They sat next each other across the table from their mother who was smileing innocently.  
     "So girls how was school?" The girls sat their motiionless and quite as they both debated if they should say anything or not. "Girls?" No answer, Kendall started to get angry "Answer me when I am talking to you!" She screamed. Afraid, Mary-Anne was the first to talk. 
     "Good," She says quickly.  
     "Anything important?"  
     "I have a science project due," 
     "When?"  
     "Today," Mary-Anne whispered. 
     "And did you turn it in?" Kendall asked. 
     "No,"  
     Kendall slammed her fork down and looked at Mary-Anne with pure hate. 
     "Why not!?" Kendall yelled and she sprung up and grabbed Mary-Anne by the hair. She dragged her to the living room and slammed her to the ground. "Why didn't you do what your were told!?" She slapped Mary-Anne in the face and she screamed in pain. Kendall then started punching Mary-Anne non-stop. Mary-Anne, then got enough breath to scream: 
    "Run Holly!" And Holly listened. She sprung up and hide in a nearby closet. She heard her mother yell and run towards the closet and try to open it, but on the other side Holly was holding the door shut.  
    "Damn it, Holly! Open this door!" Kendall screamed. Holly screamed and gripped the handle tight. Then she heard her oler sister yell and a large thud against the wall. Kendall stopped trying to get into the closet and was somewhere else. With a shakey nerves, Holly slowly opened the door only to see Mary-Anne pinned to the floor as Kendall punched and hit her continually.  
    The hurt was unbearble to Mary-Anne, she could feel and hear her insides scream with her as her own mother punched and smacked her.  
    "Stop!" Holly yelled. But Kendall didn't listen and kept beating her child, with no reason at all. Holly had enough of this madness and ran to the wall phone in the kitchen and without hesitation she dialed 911. It rang three times before a strong man's voice came up on the other end.  
    "911, what's your emergacy?"  
    "Hello? My mother is beating us!" She yelled. 
    "Ma'am please calm down and tell me what's going on." The man said sternly. 
    "My Mama, she is beating us..." Holly said a little more calmer but still had a little shakeiness embedded into her voice 
     "She's beating you?" The policeman asked. 
     "Yes yes, please just hurry!" Holly screamed. 
     "Alright, alright. We are on our way."  
     "Ok," Holly says as she watches her mom and sister brawl in the living room. "STOP IT!" Holly screamed as she dropped the phone and ran to go help her sister. 
     "Bring it" her mother said holding her sister by her hair. She threw her down on the wooded table and went after Holly. Mary-Anne was lying on the floor with a bloody nose, crying her eyes out. Holly was running around the apartment screaming and yelling at her mother to stop. But of course Kendall didn't stop, because all she saw was her ex-husband in her daughters. Which made everything worse. Mary-Anne stood up and ran after her mother, she jumped on her back, immediatly knocking Kendall down. Then she grabbed Holly's hand and dragged her to a closet. She pushed her in and held the doorknob. They both heard Kendall scream and yell from the other side of the door and finally they heard nothing. They let go of the door and opened it. That's when Mary-Anne grabbed Holly's and and ran out into the hallway, and hide behind the curtains in their mother's room. They stayed there forever. And since they were near a window, they saw that day had turned into night. Holly had calmed down a bit since she knew she had called the police and they were on their way, but Mary-Anne on the other hand, was shaking like crazy. She had never seen her mother like this. 
      Everything she had seen her mother do wasn't so bad. But this, this was awful. They where both tired so they were holding onto eachother so they wouldn't fall over passed out. Kendall, is in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee thinking on how to tourte her poor daughters. That's when she saw the large kitchen knifes sitting perfectly on the counter. 
     The girls were almost half asleep when they heard the loud sierns outside. Holly smiled and looked outside. That's when she saw three men standing outside with hand guns creeping their way up to the room.  
     "We're gunna be okay!" Holly cried. But she spoke to soon because their mother's door was kicked down and instead of the police officer's face, they saw their mother's with a glisting object in her hand. Holly felt Mary-Anne tense up as the pushed up in their hiding place. Mary-Anne peeked out to see if her mother was staring at them. And she was. Afraid Mary-Anne leaned down and whispered: 
      "She sees us, Holly" The curtain pulled back. Screams and gun shots filled the air, as the two girls fell to the ground...dead.  
   
   
   Publication Date: July 3rd 2011 https://www.bookrix.com/-pureindividual