Post by Elizabeth Martin on Nov 5, 2006 13:50:23 GMT -5
This morning:
The lock clicked and the door opened.
A first time in what two or three days? Yea. Two or three days. Elizabeth looked…not like herself. She was wearing her glasses, her hair was up in a messy bun, with not even gel, and her attire was not what she would wear. Ever.
You think that’s bad. Look at what cam in behind her. Adrienne. She looked like he was from one of those cities were people had middle classed lives, and wore sneakers and used words like “Sup” on a normal bases. But what was really eye catching was her eyes, and the way she carried herself. Her eyes were red, and puffy, like they were after long nights of crying for hours on end, and her posture was…Like that of a scared child. Not carried well at all.
Adrienne, after getting a call from her mother had gone to New York. She planned on calling from the airport but she had a little problem with her cell phone. So she would have to call from NY. No worries. After a few hour flight, she arrived at the hotel her mother was staying in. She went to room 907 and came out an hour latter, a sob crying mess. Her mother had never checked in.
At 5:43 PM, 20 minutes latter, a police report was flied. For rape.
The lock clicked and the door opened.
A first time in what two or three days? Yea. Two or three days. Elizabeth looked…not like herself. She was wearing her glasses, her hair was up in a messy bun, with not even gel, and her attire was not what she would wear. Ever.
You think that’s bad. Look at what cam in behind her. Adrienne. She looked like he was from one of those cities were people had middle classed lives, and wore sneakers and used words like “Sup” on a normal bases. But what was really eye catching was her eyes, and the way she carried herself. Her eyes were red, and puffy, like they were after long nights of crying for hours on end, and her posture was…Like that of a scared child. Not carried well at all.
Adrienne, after getting a call from her mother had gone to New York. She planned on calling from the airport but she had a little problem with her cell phone. So she would have to call from NY. No worries. After a few hour flight, she arrived at the hotel her mother was staying in. She went to room 907 and came out an hour latter, a sob crying mess. Her mother had never checked in.
At 5:43 PM, 20 minutes latter, a police report was flied. For rape.
