The Change In Her[ON HOLD]

Chapter 3.

Rosemary's POV

I will do anything to get my brothers back. They have always been in my life.

Those men, whoever they are, They will pay.

I walked numbly out of the room, my stepsisters staying with my stepdad. "I don't want to live here anymore." I state.

"We have to, Rosemary!" my stepdad responds dejectedly, "We can't afford to move, we can barely afford a funeral for your mother!"

I sigh, and trudge to my room. I righted the mattress and picked up my clothes, making my bed, fixing the pillows. If I have to stay here, I might as well clean up...

I glance once more around my room, and plop onto my bed. I allow my mind to wander, trying to drift into sleep.

Then I remembered. The locks.

I instantly shout, "They changed the locks, we need new ones, and new keys!"

"Okay..." I hear a grumble from the living room. 

I finally allow myself to fall into a restless sleep, dreaming about a distant memory.

"No, Shut-up, Joanne!" he screamed at her, "I am glad you are making me leave, living here is like living in my own hell!" 

Suddenly, the front door was flung open, my dad storming out. To not come back. The worst part, It was my birthday. I was turning 7. 

He slammed the door shut, and I heard crashing sounds come from inside. I was frightened and heartbroken. "Daddy, are you okay? Where are you going?" I whimpered softly.

"I'm leaving to cool down, Rosemary. Take your friends and go inside. Now." He responded harshly.

I opened the door and my friends followed me inside, seeing my brothers and my baby pictures that hung up on the wall, on the floor. Shattered. I saw the bruise on my moms arm, and then I knew... 

He wasn't coming home. 

My nightmare had come true. They were splitting up. Forever.

I jolted awake, panting deeply, not realizing I had been crying.

I went into my closet, and pulled out my book bag, I packed clothes in it, enough for a week, I could wash them. 

I grabbed a pencil and my notepad, and my money. 

On the notepad I wrote,

Dear Family, 

        I love you very much, but I need to get my brothers back. I will be gone, please just let me go. Alone. I need to do this. My mom told me to. It was her dying wish.

So here I am, up at 3 A.M., writing you this note. Please forgive me. I love you so much. 

Love,

Rosemary

P.S. Don't try to change my mind or come after me. My mom always did say I was stubborn and determined. Just like her.