Ive been working on a little story and don't know what to think about it this is a rough draft:
Little Jenny was sleeping in the back of the plum 69` Mustang convertible, her parents had decided that they didn’t want her anymore and that it was time to get rid of her.
“If we don’t do it now,” Ellen whispered,” we may not have the chance to.”
“I know,” John said reluctantly, as if she had gone mad,” I love you.”
Ellen Brusher was merely 27 when she met John Brusher at a lonely club in Nevada. She was currently unemployed but worked some nights watching the neighbors` children while their parents went to smother themselves in the sexual alcoholic dreams of the Las Vegas strip. She didn’t like the fact that she had to watch the poor children; she saw the agonizing sorrow that she experienced with her sadistic abusive father.
But that was then and now is now she had to do it; her heart was racing the time had came for them to finally get rid of the burden that had plagued them for 12 years. It was finally going to end, but it wasn’t always like this.
“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Ellen had asked her fiancé
“Of course I’ve always wanted a child to care for.” John replied almost immediately
Even though he sounded as if he was going through with this for her benefit, he had always wanted a child ever since high school. With his finding out that Ellen was infertile, they had both thought that the chances of having a child were as bleak as rabid Martians coming down and destroying the earth. That time had passed for them and now, they were on their way to adopt a baby girl. At the time they were driving toward the orphanage.
When they arrived at the front door, John glanced at Ellen as if for approval to reach for the handle. When he reached out he was astonished to find that the door had already opened and an elderly woman was standing there smiling at the couple.
“Come in, come in,” she said and with that, moved from the door disappearing from the couples view, although they could not see her, they could hear her voice as if it was hovering and circling them
“She’s been waiting for you,” she said in an eerie tone,” this way… over here….”
They couldn’t seem to find that old woman; suddenly a brush on John’s back caused him to whirl around trying to strike what had touched him.
“Ouch!” the elderly woman shouted holding her right cheek,” Why on earth did you do that?!?”
“Oh my, I’m terribly sorry! I don’t know what has gotten into my husband.” Ellen said glaring at John.
Why would you do that to the poor woman!! She thought.
John himself didn’t even realize what had come over him.
“I’m so very sorry, but you startled me.” John apologized quickly
“It’s ok,” the old woman said almost laughing “worse has happened here; trust me.”
What’s that supposed to mean? John felt like saying.
Eventually they made their way through the seemingly endless corridors of the orphanage.
“Jenny,” the old woman whispered “you have guests.”
When they opened the door, a little girl that looked as if she was 5 months old was sitting all by herself in a small bland undecorated room. The room had light brown concrete walls she had a small cot on the floor. They had both noticed that there were very large steel locks on the outside of the door. It looked like a damn prison.
Why is she all alone in this tiny room? This doesn’t look like a good place for a child to be living. Ellen thought.
That was the exact moment when Ellen and John decided that they were going adopt this child and take her away from this place. They had also decided to adopt a 3 year old boy named William. When the nervous couple had reached the front desk with the two children, the old woman helped them file some paperwork and then led them to door quite quickly as if to get rid of them. As they passed the threshold of the entrance, John realized that he had never learned the woman’s name. At the last moment, John turned to ask the woman her name.
“I’m sorry I didn’t catch your na-“ but his words were not greeted by the smiling face of the old woman but was greeted by the large oak door.
“Well wasn’t she pleasant?” Ellen asked jokingly
“I don’t know,” John said, “there was something about that woman that just didn’t seem right.”
“What you mean the red handprint on her face?” She laughed
“No I’m serious,” John declared, “I’m still baffled by the fact that they kept that little girl in that room.”
This seemed to change the tone in which his wife was talking to him.
“I know honey,” Ellen said almost through clenched teeth, “but at least they don’t have to live there anymore.”
The car ride home was silent, almost like the awkward silence on their first date which at the time seemed to last an eternity. Ah, their first date. John still remembered how he broke that awkward by accidently spilled his wine onto his lap, causing him to fly back and hit a waiter who just so happened to be carrying a dish made for President Nixon. Just as that happened, he thought that he had just kissed his chances of winning this woman’s heart goodbye.
When they arrived home and when William saw that they had Jenny with them, he sprinted back in the direction of the orphanage but was eventually found in an alley repeating the same sentence over and over.
“Don’t let her near me, don’t let her near me,” He was saying.
About 6 years later, the couple had noticed that William had become even more frightened of Jenny. He had once accused her of murdering the neighbors’ dog, which of course in any adults` mind that it’s ridiculous for a 6 year old to murder a 186 lb Great Dane.
“But she did do it, I saw her!” William had pleaded
“It’s not nice to make people feel bad when something happens!” Ellen proclaimed, “John tell your son that it’s wrong.”
But just as Ellen knew, it was no use. John had already the façade of a hardened, emotionless father figure. Although; this couldn’t be further from the truth. He hated being like this but he was working 3 jobs, was rarely home and when he was, he had no time for the children.
“Daddy will you play with us?” they would always ask
“Nah, sorry maybe tomorrow I’m too tired,” John would grumble.
The family wasn’t very well off; they had to sell the house and move into a two bedroom 1 bathroom apartment. From William and Jenny’s view he was old, ragged and worn out. He always seemed tired and the apartment’s dim lighting seemed to sink into the canyons of his features.
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