The Wishing Wind

A girl with a good life who goes through rough times with her stepfather, resulting in her being homeless.

The cold wind blew on my bare arms as I reach my empty cofee cup to some strangers passing by. All that ever happens is that I get dirty looks. "Why is she out here? Where are all her clothes? She should go to a shelter." No. Shelters are awful places, and I can make it on my own. I know I can. I can feel the air getting colder. It`s no longer the summer, and ive been out here for a while. Why did this have to happen. Why wouldn`t she just understand... and be a real mom. Help her child. Looking back on it, I had the best life a kid could ever want. Huge house, lots of clothes, food, showers, toilets, friends, a cell phone, a family, everything i ever wanted had finally happened. Until Mom went away to a convention. She owns her own buisness, and this was teh first time i would be home alone with my step father.

It was a normal night, i had just eaten a wonderful dinner made by the chef, and was about to go into the shower, and head off to bed. I started slowlly walking up the steps towards the upstairs bathroom (it had the best shower), when HE was standing in the doorway.

    "Were do you think your going little missy?" He said while giving me a cocky half smile.

     "Uh.. I was just going to take a shower and head off to bed Tom." I replied a little worried with the way he was looking at me. Like a peice of meat. Hungry.

     "I don`t think so Veronika, I think you should come with me, I uh.. Need to Talk, to you."

As i hear the weird emphasis he puts on the word talk, I become extreamlly uncomfortable and very worried.

     "Um.. how about later wen mom comes home, we can all have a family discussion then, how about that?"

Tom nods his head, and gives me the most demonic smile I have ever seen. As he garbs my wrist withough hesitation, and starts dragging me toward his and my mothers room. When we get into the room he locks teh door right behind him, turns around, and slowlly struts towards the edge of the bed, where he than sits down. I`m standing infront of him wondering what is going to happen tonight.

     "Alright now Veronika honey... we ARE just family right, no boundaries... I think it would be nice to repay me for giving your mother such a wonderful house, food, clothing, and amazing husband. And you, you have everything you ever wanted aswell." He started saying with the demonic grin on his face.

     "Yes, I think so to," I say with a smile on my face "I could never repay you for what you have done for our family, I love you so much for it, and thank you with all my heart. And I will never forget what you have done for us, I could never thank you enough."

     "Exactlly... although, I do have a way for you to repay me... IF, you want to keep living this wonderful life that is. Now. I want you to take off all of your clothing, everything. UNLESS, you don`t want to live here with your mother and this wonderful life you love so much.." He explains with a creepy cocky half smile.

     "Excuse me... I don`t understand..." At this point my worrying is getting out of hand, I don`t know what to do or where to go. So I turn around and head for the door, trying to open it, but it`s locked. And not just a normal lock. A key lock. He`s been planing this all along... so I oculdn`t get out... Oh, My God. What do I do... I feel myself starting to quiver and tears streaming down my face. Sounds of movment from the bed arises, and squeeks from the hardwood floor, footsleps coming closer behind me. As i feel large arms wrap around me. He whispers in my ear, "It`s okay Veronika baby. Just do me this favour every couple of days, and you`ll be ok." As soon as i hear him say this he takes his arms from around me and slowlly takes off my shorts, followed by my panties. I forcefully forget the rest of that night. And many. I confronted my mother about it after a couple monthes of this torture. She yelled at me, punched me in the face, slapped me a couple times, And told me I was a man stealing w***e and to get out of the house.

     "NEVER COME BACK YOU FILTHY S**T!" Those are the last words I heard from my mother.

Now, I sit on the streets, collecting change from strangers, Hoping to get enough change in my cup everyday to buy at least one iteam of food. Tomorow was supposed to be my birthday. But with the seasons changing, I don`t know how many more day`s i`ll last befor i freeze to death.My last wish is that my mother leave that b*****d. A harsh gust of wind blew against my almost completelly bare body. My body has become to accustome to the cold breeze that I barelly feel it anymore... It`s sort of relaxing now...

As i close my sore, tearfilled eyes, I dream of a good life, one with love, and only love.

    

Author's Note

ignore grammer and spelling, this is the first time i`ve ever written a story origionally.

Reviews

[M.E.Lyle]

This is filled with emotion readily recognizable. I think this is possibly something that could be continued into another chapter. Good job.

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This story has parts that are hard to read, but that feeling of discomfort is absolutely necessary to raise awareness about this king of abuse. We would rather pretend that it doesn't happen. There are many homeless young people who need help and you show us how important it is.

There was an experiment conducted where people were shown animals and homeless people and the animals triggered a region of the brain that recognizes humans and the homeless people triggered a region of the brain that recognizes animals. The sense of apathy towards these people should be a repugnant thing.

This story is excellent.

[Jess Holden]

yes, yes very awesome for your first :D

[Palmer Blu]

For your first story it is actually pretty good. The story is one that many can connect with not because of the circumstances but because of the mindset of the main character as well as her vulnerability and the realism.

My advice to you is that you add a little more to the story. By that I mean tell us more about the incident with he mom, perhaps even give us the scene so that we can understand the severity of the situation. Overall, again, it is a great write for it to be your first one.

I look forward to reading more!