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This is inspired by the song "Blown Away" by Carrie Underwood. If you've never heard it, go listen to it! It's amazing!

One night, a teen girl runs off because of her abusive stepfather. After visiting the grave of her older sister, Sandy, the weather turns bad. Things escalate quickly, and soon the girl faces the same force of nature that took away her big sister.


Submitted:Apr 20, 2014    Reads: 26    Comments: 7    Likes: 2   


"Get out of here, you little-"

I slam the door and run away before I hear the swear words that my stepfather is surely shouting at me. My mind hasn't decided where I'm going, but my feet must have because they're carrying me far, far away.

My body struggles against the wind while raindrops try to slow me more. I finally have victory over Mother Nature when I arrive at the cemetery.

Tears mingle with rain as I approach her grave. It's been three years, but the pain is as strong as ever. I don't think my heart will ever stop hurting.

"Sis?" My whisper isn't audible over the roar of the wind. "Please, help me."

"Carl has been hurting me again," I murmur. "He calls me really bad names and he gets drunk a lot and sometimes he makes me sleep outside. I don't know what to do. A few years ago we would've ran away together, but there's no way I could make it without you. Can't you do something? Please?"

My voice cracks on the last word, and I break down. The sobs and the tears take away my strength, and I can't fight the wind anymore. A strong gust knocks my small body to the ground.

Thunder booms and the ground beneath me shakes. I gasp as a piece of hail the size of a quarter nails me in the head. The storm is starting to get really bad.

A siren pierces the air and my heart nearly stops. I know that sound. It's the sound I heard the night I lost my sister, Sandy.

I jump up and try to run, but I only make it one step before the wind pushes me down again. I start to crawl, inch by inch, in the direction of my house.

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I'm home. I don't remember getting here, but I'm home.

I jog into the living room, towards the basement door. Suddenly, I stop in my tracks.

I see my stepfather, Carl, asleep on the dirt-brown couch. I see empty beer bottles on the table in front of him. I see the message on the T.V., urging me to take cover.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see the picture of Sandy hanging on the wall. It brings back memories of the night she died.

I remember how our stepfather was drunk that night. I remember how he grabbed a fistful of my hair and used it to drag me down the stairs. I remember how he locked the basement door, and I remember how hard he hit me when I shouted at him to let Sandy in.

I remember her scream.

I make my decision. Tears of anger blur my vision as I run to the basement. I lock the door and run down the stairs, the tornado siren shrieking in my ears all the while.

This is my version of revenge.

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I search what remains of my bedroom for anything salvageable. So far, I've found nothing.

The tornado was days ago. Carl is dead. I'm not in trouble with the law only because no one suspects that a fourteen-year-old girl would have left her stepfather for dead.

They're clueless.

I'm not happy that I let Carl die, but I definitely wasn't going to let him live. That would have been indirect suicide, because he would have killed me eventually.

I sigh and walk over to the half-collapsed wall where my posters once hung. Most of them were torn to shreds.

As I continue my search, my mind wanders. I have to think, was the tornado a coincidence? Or did some greater force know that Carl had just about pushed me to my limit?

Both my mind and my body freeze when something on the ground catches my eye. A bit of hope runs through me. Did something survive the storm?

I kneel to the ground and examine the object in question. No, objects. It's a small group of pieces of paper that ripped off of posters, newspapers, and other things. The fragments spell a single word:

Sa n DY

I gasp when I read it, and then tears well in my eyes. The storm wasn't a coincidence, and neither is that message.

I look up to where the roof once was and see a brilliant blue sky.

"Thanks, Sandy," I whisper to the heavens. "I love you."





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