5-minute Freewrite: Prompt- Home Alone

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A cold slice of fear cut through her like a knife.

She ran as fast as she could, rushing out the door and down the flights of stairs. Her eyes wandering wildly, her heartbeat racing violently.

"Ashley! Ashley! Where are you, baby? Mommy's coming for you!"

"Mommyyy!"

Her screams got further and further, it was like she was being pulled away by force.

"I'm coming for you, baby! Mommy's coming for you!"

"Mommyyy! Nooooo!"

And the screaming stopped.

Mary has been living like this everyday for the past six years, repeating the scene of every single step, every screeching scream, ever since the day Ashley was taken away.

It was a week before Ashley's 5th birthday, Greg, Mary's second husband took it upon himself to teach her a lesson for spilling her milk on the floor. It was just minutes after their huge fight, as he dragged the little girl out the kitchen door like a rag doll, grabbing her by her hair as she screamed in pain crying out for her mommy.

He had always been 'strict' towards Ashley, grabbing her by the hair and spanking her whenever she made a mistake, even a mistake as small as forgetting to say 'thank you'. He had expressed his disdain over the fact that she didn't come from his loins, so it was his responsibility to make her straight.

Mary was in the bedroom toilet when it happened, her little girl's screams were so frightening it shook her to her core. Without a second thought she dashed out with all her might, ignoring the pain on her left cheek from the blow she took from the fight.

And then it happened, right before her eyes.

It was as though everything was set in slow motion as he lifted the little girl's tiny body up high and slammed her whole being to the ground like she was nothing.

Everything in that moment stood still.

She found herself in the same spot again. Only this time, she was being reminded of the quietness of the moment.

She was home alone.

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