Help me write a story!
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Holli walked back towards her Grandaunt, feeling annoyed.
"Grandaunt Lizbeth?" she asked.
"Yes?"
"Please tell me" Holli took a deep breath determined to figure it out. "You know who Sebastian Longwood is. I know he was my grandma's cousin-they went to the same school!"
Lizbeth sighed deep in thought. She patted a hand on the sofa and Holli reluctantly sat down.
"How do you know all of this?" she eventually questioned.
Holli had been expecting this question-but she still wasn't sure of an answer. She hardly knew her Grandaunt and now she was living next door to her family! That was ridiculous. Could she trust Lizbeth?
She was her grandma's sister after all.
"In grandma's diary" Holli stated.
Lizbeth stared into Holli's pale face for a moment and then said "Liar"
"What? No! It's true, I promise you-I would go back now but I told mum I was going to the library and she'll get suspicious,"
"Don't lie to me. You're grandma never had a diary, I assure you. We slept in the same bedroom and we knew each other's secrets and hiding places!" Lizbeth explained firmly.
"Well of course you wouldn't of known!" Holli whined her temper getting the better of her. "It was one of her 21st birthday presents-her first entry was about her getting the notebook from Sebastian Longwood!"
Her Grandaunt sighed. "I suppose you're right. I had moved out by then-but I came over for her birthday and there was no notebook"
"THEN IT'S OBVIOUS ISN'T IT-SHE OPENED IT BEFORE OR AFTER YOU WERE THERE!" Holli cried her voice raised from annoyance and anger.
"I'm sorry. I'm just fed up with nobody listening to me. I should probably go now." Holli apologised in a
very quiet voice.
"Yes you should." Lizbeth agreed coldly.
But as Holli walked towards the door she saw a small picture hanging on a door. A photograph of a man with dark brown hair, a pot belly and blue misty eyes. Holli's eyes drew to the label beneath it. A grin spread across her face.
"So Grandaunt, Sebastian Longwood who was he again?" Holli asked holding up the photo. -
Her Grandaunt stared at her coldly. It made Holli shiver.
'Get out,' Lizbeth said. Then in a shriek, 'NOW!!' Holli left, the picture still under her arm. She took one last glance at it, then stuffed it into her backpack. It was in clear colour, so it couldn't have been taken that long ago.
She finally had a lead, but had lost all trust from her Grandaunt. She was getting nowhere. -
Holli slammed the front door closed burning with anger.
She knew it was partly her fault of course-she had lost her temper but Lizbeth had denied everything she said and refused to tell Holli anything about Sebastian Longwood.
As she entered her own house (her cheeks red with rage) her Mother scurried to meet her.
"Did you have fun at the library? You've been age what books did you pick out?" She nagged.
Holli sighed- she was too het up to make up a cover story, yet she couldn't tell her Mother the actual reason.
"My friend was at the library so we got chatting and they didn't have the book I wanted so uhm I lost track of the time sorry for taking so long!" Holli explained rapidly.
Marion searched her face looking for something, then her eyes drifted to Holli's backpack.
"What's in there? May I see?" But they weren't really questions-they were demands.
BiscuitBear37: I'm glad you are enjoying this. Our time zones are a 9 hour difference lol so it's nearly 11am for me! I'm really enjoying the story so far as well as writing it! Happy Easter! xx :) -
'NO!' Holli cried, pulling away from her mother. And to be honest, right now she didn't care about the kind of punishments her parents would give her for this. 'I don't need you on my back, clinging to be all the time!'
She stomped upstairs to her room before her mother could slap her or call her an ungrateful brat. She locked the door and threw her bag on the ground.
She glanced to the photographs hanging on the wall; framed pictures of her and her parents. Her real parents. Marion and Bryon. Not John. Not her Beatty brother Gillian.
Before John, Marion laughed and made jokes and called Holli her little flower. Before John, Marion proudly called herself a Longwood. Before John, they were happy.
Her stepfather was barely at home, anyway. He was either getting a beer with his friends, at work or zooming around in his four-wheel-drive.
She flopped down on to her bed and stared at the ceiling, thinking. Thinking about how she would escape this.
LittleNerd: Yes, Happy Easter!! (Or Easter Monday for me right now) -
Later that evening, Marion came up to Holli's room carrying a tray full of dinner. She politely knocked on the door and left the tray of spaghetti bolognaise on the edge of Holli's bed. "Thanks" It was all Holli could manage.
Marion gave her a fake happy smile. "Make sure you eat some before going to bed!"
Holli nodded and rolled over too her side so she wouldn't have to catch her mothers eye. When she heard the click of the door closing she sat up and ravenously ate her meal. She hadn't eaten since breakfast.
After she had cleared her plate, she went to grab her bag. But, it wasn't there. She hurriedly searched her room and found nothing. There was only one explanation-as she was certain she had put her bag next to her door-. "MUM!" she shrieked loudly but not loud enough so Marion could hear her. Holli threw her pillow to the ground. How could she? How dare she? Didn't she know it was rude to delve into others personal space?!
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She snatched the tray from her bed and stomped out the door, down the stairs and into the kitchen. She slammed the tray against the bench and looked to her mum.
'Mum,' she snapped. 'Give me back my bag.'
'Honey,' Marion said, in a voice that let Holli know their was going to be some yelling, 'You are a 12-year-old girl. You have no right to privacy just yet.' And with that, her mother unzipped her backpack and rummaged around in it, then gently put its contents onto the coffee table as she spoke.
'A library book you were supposed to return today, a photo of an old man, an old notebook and...' She reached into the front pocket, and found a small piece of old paper, but the photo taped on it made her heart fall to the bottom of her stomach.
Holli snatched it from her and held it to her chest.
It was a photo of Marion's and Bryon's wedding.
Marion's smile couldn't have been wider, Bryon couldn't have looked happier. It made Holli feel close to her father, her real father, even though he was gone.
Gone forever. -
Marion snapped out of her trance as quickly as she got into it. "Why do you have this?" her voice was cold.
"It's my memory of Da" Holli was cut off by her mother.
"No. Bryon is not your father!" She shouted.
"Yes he is! John is my stepfather but he is my birth one. My real one!" Holli cried tears spilling down her pale cheeks.
"You knew him for three years, Holli. THREE! He left nine years ago and died because he was drunk driving!" Marion spat.
Holli glared furiously at her mother.
"That doesn't matter!" Holli moaned.
Marion looked down at her daughter, arms crossed thoughts whirling. She snatched the photo out of Holli's grip and held it up high.
"Mum!" Holli screamed. "Give it back, PLEASE!" Holli was now a wet mess.
"Byron was a terrible man, a terrible husband and..." she paused before taking a deep breath. "And a terrible father." Marion ripped the photograph in two, then four, then eight, ripping and ripping until all you could make out from the pieces were blurs of white, black and blue. Marion dusted her hands over the kitchen bin and sighed.
Holli turned to her mother now uncontrollably sobbing. She muttered something under her breath.
"What did you just say?" Marion pushed.
"Nothing!" Holli lied.
"I SAID, WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?" Marion's anger was no match for Holli's.
"I said.." started Holli no longer controlling her rage. "I wish you were dead instead of Dad!" With that Holli ran to her bedroom not looking back at her shocked, angry mother. -
She regretted nothing.
She did wish she had her father instead of her mother. She wished and wished and wished. She could wish with her might, but nothing would happen.
Holli knew that wishing would do nothing. She knew she'd be stuck with Marion and John and baby Gillian forever. Her backpack's contents were still spiller onto the table, so now she had nothing.
No old leather notebook.
No framed picture of Sebastian Longwood.
No library book she'd put off returning for the longest time.
And no dad.
It made her heart hurt, but she knew crying would do nothing. She looked out the window it was late. All she could do now was wait.
***
It was nearly midnight, and her mother had gone to bed a while ago. But Holli had waited a while longer, making sure she was asleep. John would be back from the pub soon, so if she didn't act now it'd be too late. She dressed herself as quickly and quietly at she could. Some denim shorts and a t-shirt would be fine.
She slowly opened her bedroom door, but only so that she could just slip through. If she let it creak, she'd be dead.
She carefully tip-toed down the stairs, to the kitchen. Her stuff was still on the coffee table, untouched. She grabbed her empty backpack from the bench and stuffed the photo of Sebastian and the notebook inside. She also packed her water bottle and her favourite sweater. She opened the cupboard and packed two packets of biscuits and some bread rolls.
She slung her backpack over her shoulder and walked to the front door, not turning back. -
But as she was turning the handle the worst possible thing happened. John was opening the door from the outside! When he glimpsed Holli his face changed. "Eh? Holli wot you doing?" His voice was slurred which is why Holli knew he was drunk. And she also knew, when her stepfather was drunk he was slow.
Holli locked eyes with her stepfather and felt a kind of sorrow-although she loved Byron more and always would she still loved John- just a little bit. "I'll miss you and Gillian. Well, Bye!" Holli legged it ducking underneath John's legs and ran across the street.
John watched her than shouted. "Marion! Marion! MARION! MARION! OLLI RAN OUT DA OUSE!"
Holli's mother sighed. John was always like this-using slang, and taking letters of words when he was drunk. But if he was telling the truth? She jumped out of bed still in her grey nightie and ran to Holli's room. The pillows were propped up-Marion checked her wardrobe-and some of her clothes were missing. By the time Marion was at the door, Holli was long gone, hiding in a lonely alleyway-the only comfort biscuits. She regretted now that she packed for warm weather-she forgot how cold it got round here at nights.
BiscuitBear37: I'm really enjoying this story so far! Gotoquiz won't let me make a quiz, every time I click on it it just reloads to the original page. Do you have any idea how to fix it? If not it's fine. :) -
She reached into her back pack and pulled out her hoodie. She pulled it over her and slung the bag onto her back again.
What would she do next? She had nowhere to go for the night, and nowhere to sleep.
She walked down the alleyway, trying to avoid stepping into the puddles. She wasn't barefoot, but she didn't like having damp sneakers. Small droplets spilled from one of the roofs, the dripping sounds adding to the lonely mood. She heard footsteps against the water, but it was dark.
'Hello?' she said quietly, pulling ger hood over her head.
Drip.
She heard a loud splash, and felt a hand over her mouth, muffling her screams.
Drip.
Another arm pulling around her, dragging her to the ground.
Drip drip.
She made out 3 silouettes standing over her in the gloom.
LittleNerd: Aaaand that's all I got 😂
That happens to me, too. It's so annoying! -
The three figures grabbed her and then her legs so Holli had no way of attacking them or fighting her way out. She tried to scream again but then she felt threatening hands on a throat so she silenced herself. In the darkness, she could make out a large van. They opened it up and chucked her in. Holli lunged to an uncomfortable stone seat that was in the back-there was no seatbelt. "Nope, Lie down I don't want you getting any ideas miss!" Two men pushed her onto the floor-pinning her to the ground. The third man came in with duck tape and stuck Holli's hands and legs down to the floor. Holli shivered as the third man put his head close to hers. "Now, we don't want you escaping, do we? so be a good girl and STAY ON THE FLOOR!"
A different man spoke... "Are we bringing 'er to master?"
"Obviously!" snapped another.
Holli writhed under the tape biting her lip though tears were all ready rolling down her cheeks as the van set off into the distance. -
Don't cry now, she told herself. Think...
How would she get out of this? She was just 12. A child. What would these men possibly want from her?
But then she realised. They weren't men. They were teenagers. They couldn't be over 14. For some reason, this frightened her even more.
She exhaled slowly, then inhaled sharply and pulled one of her feet from the bottom of the van, breaking the thin tape. She broke her hands free, too, and pulled the tape from her mouth.
'Hey!' one of the teenagers shouted lunging toward her.
'I didn't do 5 years of mixed martial arts for nothing!' She shouted, kicking him back. -
"She's a right feisty one ain't she?" a teenager with dark hair laughed.
"Yeah, wonder what Longwood wants with her!?" The brown haired questioned ruffling his hair.
Holli's ears pricked up and she stopped struggling against the third man, now eager to listen. Could that be Sebastian Longwood. Holli knew it was stupid to get her hopes up-Longwood was a common surname after all but if he wanted her....
Holli shivered, brain whirling. "Longwood? Who's he?" She piped.
The tallest of the three teenagers glared down at her, hair tied back in a man bun. "Ain't none of your business!"
The black-haired boy grinned. "You'll find out soon enough!"
Holli stifled a scream as the brown-haired teenager slapped another piece of tape over her face.
"Off we go li'l girlie!" he cackled.
Holli glared furiously as they dragged her out of the van. As her eyes adjusted, she saw where she was. A graveyard. But not just any graveyard- her grandma's graveyard and onto of her gravestone lay a scroll. -
What if Sebastian Longwood was bad? What if he kidnapped children like her for fun?
All she could do was wait and see.
Leaning against the gravestone was a tall man, with misty eyes and golden hair. She pulled herself away from the dark-haired one and ripped the piece of tape from her mouth. 'What's the point of bringing me to a graveyard?' she demanded. The man smiled. Wait... She'd seen him before.
She snatched her backpack from the tallest teenager and rummaged around in it, pulling out the picture of her grandmother's cousin. Sebastian Longwood.
She held it up, next to the man.
'You're..' she whispered. 'Sebastian Longwood.' -
Sebastian chuckled softly. "Quite the clever one ain't you?"
Nobody said anything for a long time until Holli spoke. "What do you want with me?" She asked.
"Want with you?" Sebastian laughed. "No, silly child I do not want to do anything to you!"
"Then why did you get these stupid teenagers to kidnap me!" Holli protested.
Sebastian sighed. "Not just teenagers. Their my grandsons!" he explained.
The teenagers nodded, grinning and laughing.
"Great, so you get your grandsons too do criminal work for you, just so you don't get caught in the act!" Holli spat on the ground. "How old are you?"
"I should be asking you the same question. But very well, I am 49 years old." He stated briskly.
"Thanks. I'm 12 years old." Holli said.
"12!" YOU KIDNAPPED AT TWELVE YEAR OLD! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?" He was now raging at the boys.
Holli couldn't be bothered to listen. Making sure nobody was looking, she grabbed the scroll from the gravestone and ran.
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