Runaway- A story of two sisters.

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Ok. So I'm gonna take a shot at this. Basically cause I'm bored. And I've noticed that a lot of the stories on here are like half finished. And I like a lot of them, I just can't finish reading them cause they don't have ends. So I'm gonna post my story on here. And If you guys like it, then I'll continue writing, if you guys absolutely hate it, then I won't.

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It's been ages since I've seen the outside world. I thought to myself. My name is Hope, I was kidnapped with my older sister when I was three. Thirteen years ago. My sister's name is Avril. Our grandpa ( that's who kidnaped us) thought he had killed her. That was eight years ago. But the stupid bloke didn't know how to check a pluse. I was eight and even I knew how to do that. Avril is seven years older then me, making her fifteen at that time. I knew that he'd go and ditch her. Not wanting to keep a "dead" body in the house. I wrote her two notes, one that I put in her hand for whoever found her. It had her name, the name of our parents, and where to find our parents; at least where they had been five years before. The second note that I had written for her that dreadful day told her not to worry about me, that I'd take care of myself. Our grandpa Parker had a sick mind. He liked tourturing us. Among other things. Avril was always the one who took care of me. Even before we were kidnapped. When I was six weeks old our mother handed us over to a family friend. Me, Avril, and our three other siblings; Matt, Kody, and Samantha. Avril took care of me from that day on. When we were kidnapped it just made her protect me more.

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If you guys like it then post on here... And I'll continue.

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should I continue with the story or stop dead and not write anymore?

[Beautiful Tragedy]

if you picked a normal font it would be easier for ME to read lol but you should definitely continue so i can see what you have up your sleeve

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Parker had starved us, left us in a windowless room, tourtured us, raped Avril, and did various things to me. Ever since the begining Avril would try to keep me safe. She'd take the beating when she could, if she couldn't then she'd take care of me afterwards. She always made sure that I ate more then her. I was small to begin with, but without proper nuitrition I was literally skin and bone. I looked exactly like my sister. Just smaller and younger. The day that she got "killed" and ditched, was the day that my whole life changed. I went from the protected, to the very vunerable. When I was ten, two years after Avril left, Parker began raping me. Deciding that I was old enough to take Avril's place. Things were hell in that house. I often went into my own little world, thinking about the times before we were kidnapped. Of stories that Avril told me of our mother and father. Thinking of our siblings. Our mother had thought it safe for us to come back. That's how we came to be kidnapped. She thought that Parker had changed his abusive ways. We had been home three days. When he kidnapped us from our beds in the middle of the night. We had lived in San Fransisco, California. But he took us all the way to New York.

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After thriteen years I was finally free. I had woken up one morning, and the door to my dreadful room was unlocked. How queer. I thought. This door is NEVER unlocked. Cautiously I opened the door. It was quiet. I walked out in the hallway. Knowing that if I was caught I was dead. Please let this not be a trick. As quietly as I could I walked down the hall to the stairs. Still no sound, no movement. So I walked, downstairs, and found him dead. It looked like a robbery gone wrong. And I was happy that I had been in my room. But who unlocked my door. Surely the person didn't know I was here? No one has seen me for over eight years. I didn't take the time to think it out. I ran, I didn't think much, I ran to the basement first. It's where he kept Avrils old skateboard. Luckily Avril had taught me how to ride when I was old enough to walk. I knew I wouldn't go that much faster with it, but it was better then walking. When I was down there I saw a book with my mother's name on it. It was in a backpack, along with other things. Jewlery, photo albums, diaries. So I grabbed that too.