Just One NightEmma closed the door behind her and laid her head in her hands. Daddy was not coming back. Things would not be okay. Lena would cry more and the bottles would still be there in the morning and she would hurt; that woman they called Mother would hurt her. Emma could not let that happen. Lena would never hurt like Emma had to; not if she could help it. She needed to become stronger and braver and better. Better so that she could control the bottles instead of letting them control her. Better so that they didn't need Daddy any more. Emma would be the one to make everything okay. All she needed to do was become stronger. "I sealed away, I sealed away, I sealed away all my memories..."—YawnBut tonight Emma was just an eight-year-old girl who had just lost her father. She let the tears fall and the sobbing rip at her throat and the hollow feeling in her heart burn everything—everything—away. F
A Relationship"Why are you so angry at me!?""You should know."