LOLA HORNOF - EMMA-LYNNE

​                                           Emma-Lynne
 

       She slowly crept up the basement stairs.  Knowing she could not hide from him. Her only escape was him passing out, which seemed in her mid to talk forever.  As Emmalynne slowly crept through the house. She knew her only salvation was tonight.
            He had drank two bottles of whiskey and if she was super quit she may get out.  She had planned this for months when he wasn’t around.  Emma-lynne knew it was him or her. She knew he keep the shotgun by the bed. Slowly and meticulously she crept up the staircase.  Fear climbed into her throat.  But she knew this was the only was out.
            She made her way the bedroom, when suddenly the wind gust in from an open window.  It made her jump, she never knew where he could be or could come in.  Emma-lynne’s long, chestnut hair blew in the wind.  She slowly made her way to his side of the bed.  She hesitated as she reached for the gun.
            After years of being an abused slave, she was going to be free.  Her conscience was getting to her.  It was 1059 and there is no protect for women.
She had to decide if this was her only way out.  Still her Christian beliefs were holding her back.  He could wake up at anytime.  Her heart raced like a  speeding train. How was she going escape or would her only option to be to kill him?
            Emmalynne’s head raced but she didn’t have much time, there was a noise downstairs.  Oh God she thought what if he woke up?  Her heart was pounding in her ears as she made her toward the dark hallway.  Fear gripped her chest and throat. Please god she prayed do not let him be up. 
            Emmalynne heard a yell for her from the stairs. She slowly, dreadfully walked toward the stairs
            Dreadfully and slowly she made her way down the dark hall toward the stairs. All her worst fears were coming true all at the worst time.  Suddenly he screamed bitch where are you? Her heart pounded and she knew what she wain for if she did not do something.  This was to be the biggest decision of her life.
            Many racing thoughts went through her. Suddenly he was bounding up the stairs. He started to beat her. The pain filled her body. There was no escape. She had no way to defend herself. Then she remembered the gun in her hand.
           She slowly backed up.  With a firm grip on the gun she fired. Her thoughts were racing. She backed up. She rushed past the body and ran out the front door.
            She ran with no where to go and no options.