MidReal Story

Shattered Peace: A Mother's Stand

Jlee

Scenario:I grew up quick more so than a child should I think I thought if I been their this am sim still here I got this shit called life eihrj? Then std am I scared shitless I'm 45 a mom to a awesome lock as teenager I should think so and I'm controlled and living in an environment I've nee try it espxcale I reach loit 5i th waurhtiijes to only have them call my husband why to inform him I wmakzsed for a standby omg they gave him our lives just habded us o e cuz here he xkmes around the corner a hammer thrown by my head nh child lide foaswbs

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I grew up quick more so than a child should I think I thought if I been their this am sim still here I got this shit called life eihrj? Then std am I scared shitless I'm 45 a mom to a awesome lock as teenager I should think so and I'm controlled and living in an environment I've nee try it espxcale I reach loit 5i th waurhtiijes to only have them call my husband why to inform him I wmakzsed for a standby omg they gave him our lives just habded us o e cuz here he xkmes around the corner a hammer thrown by my head nh child lide foaswbs

Sarah Carter

Emily and Mark's teenage daughter, relationship with her parents, long curly hair and bright eyes, curious and strongwilled.

Mark Carter

Emily's husband and father of their child, relationship with Emily and their child, tall with a rugged build, resourceful and brave.

Emily Carter

mother and victim, relationships with her husband and child, petite with sharp features, resilient and protective.

I was lying in bed when I heard the sound.

It was faint, but I knew I'd heard something.

I lay there for a moment, listening.

I heard it again - a light weight knocking, like someone tapping on a wall.

I rolled over and looked at my husband; he was fast asleep.

I listened again; the sound was getting louder.

I knew then that it wasn't just a faint knock on the wall; someone was hitting the wall.

I rolled out of bed and tiptoed to the door.

As I approached, the sound became even clearer - someone was tapping on my wall, very lightly.

I stopped just short of the door, my heart pounding in my chest.

I stood there for a moment, trying to decide what to do next.

The tapping continued, growing slightly louder.