A Starlit Dreamer
A/N: This is different from my others, for the first time there is absolutely no magic in this what so ever. And I own it all. Anyway review please I would appreciate it, and enjoy!
Chap 1.
Tossing and turning was her usual routine. Naomie Pales had been orphaned at age two. She remembered nothing of her parents or the life she had before living with her abusive father. Naomie's adoptive mother would lie next to her each night. Sleeping soundly dreaming of the better days. But Naomie had never dreamt. For all she knew she never would since she had nothing to dream about. The abuse had started about two years ago on her sixth birthday. There were no wishes or laughing on that day, no candles or balloons, only crying. She peeked out of her bedroom shutters. It was almost daylight meaning Master, or her adoptive father would be up soon issuing her work. He always took mom into another room, what they did in there was unknown to her.
School was another subject, for one thing she had never been. Over the years she had picked up small and easy words along with 'yes sir' and 'yes master'. Since she could not understand she would be shown how to do chores and be left alone to do the work. When done she would wait for the master to check it. If it was not to his satisfaction she would get a beating, this happened almost every night. Master barged in early and snapped something to Mom before leaving quickly. Mom was trying to explain to Naomie in actions that they were leaving, moving to a new state. This did not work. Master barged in and yelled as mom before he left he slapped her hard. Mom was shoving belongings into a bag while crying. Naomie knew what crying was she had cried almost everyday of her life.
~** Mom **~
Sitting there packing and watching little Naomie was hard. How could James, Master, want to leave her behind? He had said she was of no use and that they should have dumped her years ago. Picking up her bag she left the room and closed the door quietly behind her. In the car she thought to speak up and say that little Naomie knew not how to take care of her self and that they could not just leave her. But James was driving away.
~** Naomie **~
She heard the car start but knew naught what was going on. Slipping from her room she made for an open front window, and there was master and mom in the car going out the driveway. Her mind flashed to being left alone with no where to go and no way to survive. She then remembered that mom would never leave her and with this thought she stood in the front doorway and waved to them as they sped off.
Almost one full day of sitting in the front doorstep convinced her that Mom and Master weren't coming home. It was her turn to cry. Frightened she turned and ambled away from the home in which she had spent her years. Traveling, she thought, traveling is my best choice. But traveling alone, she didn't know whom she could trust.
~** David **~
David had spent his years in Ms. Anne's Orphanage. Ms. Anne was nice enough but he wanted something new, some new place to explore. He had long forgotten he was an orphan. He had friends, went to school life wasn't bad at all. But his curiosity was longing for something new. Ms. Anne had recently been complaining how rude and obnoxious he was. "You should be grateful" she had told him once. Trying to satisfy his curiosity Ms. Anne had taken him into town once. But it was a place 10 miles north of the orphanage that satisfied him. The ten-mile break was a settlement, Cedar Hallow, with nice houses and a country club. Parents were busy leading children from homes to the pool. And to his surprise he had cried that night. That was what he truly wanted a family to care for him.
~** Naomie **~
That night Naomie kept to a little ditch. It was fairly warm out and she had made a little blanket out of leaves. But when she woke up in the early morning she was shivering. Her clothes were already dirt as she had tripped and fallen through the woods the day before. The shirt she wore, she had worn for at least a week. And her pants were mud caked up to the knees. Her sleeves and pants had various rips in them from when she had fallen face first into a thorn bush. Her blonde hair was caked with mud, leaves, and dried blood. As she stood up she tried to hum so she wouldn't cry. No matter how hard of a beating she got she still cared for Master, she never thought he would leave her. As she hummed she continued through the wood occasionally tripping. Her stomach growled but she ignored it. S he had gone for three days without food once. She would last until tomorrow morning.
Looking at her feet as she walked she missed the nearing gate and fell past it into the open yard. Her leg now donned a fresh new gash. Her only hope was the building in front of her. Her knowledge of houses came back. This was the back she would have to go to the front. As she was pushing her self up a bell rang and doors were slammed open and she jumped to her feet and ran to the protectiveness of the fence. But it was useless the yard was filled with children anywhere from her age to eighteen. One yelled for something and she winced noticing for the first time a pain in her head. As she looked up once more there was standing in the doorway and astonished look on her face. Dear God, she thought for the first time in two years, Help me!