Boondox
Pet Name: Boondox
Owner: Nightmares
Theme / Type: Oceanic Haruba
Born: June 17, 2010
Gender: Female
Battle Portal Stats
Hit Points: 3 / 3
Strength: 5
Defense: 4
Speed: 6
Intellect: 4
Misticpower: 3
Battles Won: 0
Battles Lost: 0
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Books Read
Books Read: None
Exotic Foods Eaten
Foods Eaten: None
1. - Albino Pommekin
"Chapter One"
-Boondox-
I don't think that I can be anything other than .. Me.
I sat staring out the window. The rain pounded the soggy grass... Splashing back up only to fall back down to the dirt to make mud. It was a progress I enjoyed watching frequently. I just had to much time on my hands. That's what it was.
I am a stay at home wife. My husband works for 14 hours a day and I am left home to clean the house and cook for him. The house is clean and all I am waiting on now is to cook. The only thing that I dread is that stove. I hate that stove. It burns everything if you don't give it your all attention. I can't give something my attention for at least an hour. It gets tiresome. Maybe this house wife job isn't for me?
Maybe working at Mcdonalds wasn't much for me either, but at least I got to get out of the house. I felt my baby kick in my stomach. I smiled. Silly me.. I am never alone. Why worry? My phone started to ring.. Which meant I had to get up and walk all the way across the house. I didn't feel like getting up, so it just kept ringing. When the ringing finally stopped, I turned away from the window to stare at my Bengal, Sophia.
Who knew animals and weather could brighten your day?
"What, Mrs Sophia?" I asked her.
Her eyes sparkled with excitement from the attention. She proceeded to jump on my lap, rubbing her head on my belly and purring louder than race cars.
My phone started to ring again. This time I decided to answer it. I got up slowly and placed my right hand on my lower back for support. I waddled up to my cellular device and it was a random number on the screen. I debated on whether to answer it or not, but to keep from having to get up later... I answered.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Boondox?" It was an unfamiliar voice on the other side... A male's voice. It was rough and deep.
"Yes? May I ask who I am speaking to?"
"Are you alone?" His voice sounded more curious than anything.
"Who is this?" I was getting a little uneasy.. More like aggravated.
"Answer my question." He was getting impatient.
"No. I am not." Because technically, I wasn't. I had 2 cats, a dog, and my unborn child with me. I wasn't alone in my mind.
"Your pets don't count." I could hear a smile come across his face.
I quickly hung up and attempted to call my husband.
"I'm working!" He snapped.
"I'm scared. Someone just called me and now I just feel unsafe. Do you think you can have someone come over here and sit with me until you get off of work?"
"I will see what I can do." Esham hung up.
I sat in the dining room.. Staring at the front door. My dog will let me know if someone was out there. This entire situation reminded me of a horror movie... A few horror movies. What would they do? The victims? They would just sit here... Why am I just sitting here waiting for someone to potentially hurt me?
I stood up and looked around. I grabbed my cell phone and dialed 911 and locked my phone screen. This way, it was easily accessible and if I need help, I can get help quick. I heard a knock at the door and my dog sounding her alarm. What is going on?! Is someone actually here to hurt me? Am I going to be able to watch my child grow up? Is he going to actually survive this trauma if it happened?
A million things started to pop in and out of my head as I pulled back the curtain to see if someone was standing outside. My hound dog definitely spotted someone and with a blink of my eye, blood splattered the ground staining the mud. I took a breath and I pulled my phone close to my chest as I tip toed to the door to lock it.. But I was to slow. I watched the door knob twist and I stood there, like a deer in headlights.
It took me a while, a kick to my stomach, and I realized... I need to find a hiding place. I need to duck and cover and be somewhere safe. Anywhere is safer than staying out in the opening. I looked around my house for a place that would help... A place that would keep me safe from who ever is standing on the other side of that door waiting to hurt me. My eyes locked on the large white wardrobe sitting in the middle of the room.
I dove. I ran and I dove to grab the door so I could slip in. As I opened the door, my front door slammed open. I covered my mouth and settled down among all of the treasures we kept in here. It was mostly junk, but it was stuff Esham couldn't part with. A figure walked through in the shadows. I couldn't tell if they were male or female, and I couldn't even see their face.
It was almost impossible to try and concentrate through the crack of the wardrobe without being exposed. I tried to breathe shallow breaths and slow breaths. My right leg cramped... I twitched it to the side to try and get more comfortable, but it rattled a jar of marbles. I freaked out!
I looked up only to find the faceless figure staring me down. It cocked it's head to the right and to the left as if it was trying to concentrate on me. It chuckled. I looked around the room trying to find an acceptable escape route.. But there is only the opened front door.
With the storm outside and this weight on me, the faceless figure had the best shot. I am slow and pregnant so I am at a huge disadvantage. Lost in my thoughts of trying to get free.. I felt a blow to the head and my eye sight blurred.
I pushed the figure away and stumbled out of the wardrobe. I then felt a stabbing pain in my back. I screamed, but no one could hear me over the loud thunder and the pounding rain. My left hand wrapped around the nursery room door knobs, my right hand on my head. I twisted the knob and pushed the door open with my weight as I fell forward from another stab in the back.
I fell on my stomach and I forced myself to roll to my side to make the baby more comfortable. I looked around his room and spotted his opened window. We always kept it open to try and keep the room aired out. I turned on my knees and started to force myself to crawl... To crawl for the window... To crawl for the long fall... To crawl for freedom!
With the last thought.... Everything went black. Focusing on trying to get away, I forgot about the intruder who pierced me with his knife in my chest. I lost all of my abilities... Breathing, my vision, to talk... All I could do was smell blood. I could feel it trickle down my skin and a tear falls from my vision-less face. I failed not only myself, but my unborn child. I have failed my future family. I have failed everything and everyone involved in my life. My last thoughts would be to fall out of a window to try and get away and try to survive.
I was being dragged off. I was motionless, but I knew what was going on. I was dragged through the nursery, through the living room... Outside on the porch. The sound of the rain got louder as I could feel it on my forehead. I started to gasp for air... I couldn't give up like this! But my body was shocked. It wouldn't listen to my brain... To anything I tried to do... It was motionless. As the intruder dragged me down the stairs, I felt my head crack on each concrete step... One... Two... Three... And then the concrete step hill. My body was numb, so I couldn't feel anything but hear the cracking in my head.
This was the last... The last day I would be able to live. This is the last thing I would have gone through. I would have rather gone through child labor with triplets than to go through this... Murder and kidnap. I wish Esham wouldn't have gone to work on his off day. I wish Esham would have listened to me and come straight home. I wish I wasn't alone... Maybe my unborn child would be able to take his first breath before I take my last...
I sat staring out the window. The rain pounded the soggy grass... Splashing back up only to fall back down to the dirt to make mud. It was a progress I enjoyed watching frequently. I just had to much time on my hands. That's what it was.
I am a stay at home wife. My husband works for 14 hours a day and I am left home to clean the house and cook for him. The house is clean and all I am waiting on now is to cook. The only thing that I dread is that stove. I hate that stove. It burns everything if you don't give it your all attention. I can't give something my attention for at least an hour. It gets tiresome. Maybe this house wife job isn't for me?
Maybe working at Mcdonalds wasn't much for me either, but at least I got to get out of the house. I felt my baby kick in my stomach. I smiled. Silly me.. I am never alone. Why worry? My phone started to ring.. Which meant I had to get up and walk all the way across the house. I didn't feel like getting up, so it just kept ringing. When the ringing finally stopped, I turned away from the window to stare at my Bengal, Sophia.
Who knew animals and weather could brighten your day?
"What, Mrs Sophia?" I asked her.
Her eyes sparkled with excitement from the attention. She proceeded to jump on my lap, rubbing her head on my belly and purring louder than race cars.
My phone started to ring again. This time I decided to answer it. I got up slowly and placed my right hand on my lower back for support. I waddled up to my cellular device and it was a random number on the screen. I debated on whether to answer it or not, but to keep from having to get up later... I answered.
"Hello?" I asked.
"Boondox?" It was an unfamiliar voice on the other side... A male's voice. It was rough and deep.
"Yes? May I ask who I am speaking to?"
"Are you alone?" His voice sounded more curious than anything.
"Who is this?" I was getting a little uneasy.. More like aggravated.
"Answer my question." He was getting impatient.
"No. I am not." Because technically, I wasn't. I had 2 cats, a dog, and my unborn child with me. I wasn't alone in my mind.
"Your pets don't count." I could hear a smile come across his face.
I quickly hung up and attempted to call my husband.
"I'm working!" He snapped.
"I'm scared. Someone just called me and now I just feel unsafe. Do you think you can have someone come over here and sit with me until you get off of work?"
"I will see what I can do." Esham hung up.
I sat in the dining room.. Staring at the front door. My dog will let me know if someone was out there. This entire situation reminded me of a horror movie... A few horror movies. What would they do? The victims? They would just sit here... Why am I just sitting here waiting for someone to potentially hurt me?
I stood up and looked around. I grabbed my cell phone and dialed 911 and locked my phone screen. This way, it was easily accessible and if I need help, I can get help quick. I heard a knock at the door and my dog sounding her alarm. What is going on?! Is someone actually here to hurt me? Am I going to be able to watch my child grow up? Is he going to actually survive this trauma if it happened?
A million things started to pop in and out of my head as I pulled back the curtain to see if someone was standing outside. My hound dog definitely spotted someone and with a blink of my eye, blood splattered the ground staining the mud. I took a breath and I pulled my phone close to my chest as I tip toed to the door to lock it.. But I was to slow. I watched the door knob twist and I stood there, like a deer in headlights.
It took me a while, a kick to my stomach, and I realized... I need to find a hiding place. I need to duck and cover and be somewhere safe. Anywhere is safer than staying out in the opening. I looked around my house for a place that would help... A place that would keep me safe from who ever is standing on the other side of that door waiting to hurt me. My eyes locked on the large white wardrobe sitting in the middle of the room.
I dove. I ran and I dove to grab the door so I could slip in. As I opened the door, my front door slammed open. I covered my mouth and settled down among all of the treasures we kept in here. It was mostly junk, but it was stuff Esham couldn't part with. A figure walked through in the shadows. I couldn't tell if they were male or female, and I couldn't even see their face.
It was almost impossible to try and concentrate through the crack of the wardrobe without being exposed. I tried to breathe shallow breaths and slow breaths. My right leg cramped... I twitched it to the side to try and get more comfortable, but it rattled a jar of marbles. I freaked out!
I looked up only to find the faceless figure staring me down. It cocked it's head to the right and to the left as if it was trying to concentrate on me. It chuckled. I looked around the room trying to find an acceptable escape route.. But there is only the opened front door.
With the storm outside and this weight on me, the faceless figure had the best shot. I am slow and pregnant so I am at a huge disadvantage. Lost in my thoughts of trying to get free.. I felt a blow to the head and my eye sight blurred.
I pushed the figure away and stumbled out of the wardrobe. I then felt a stabbing pain in my back. I screamed, but no one could hear me over the loud thunder and the pounding rain. My left hand wrapped around the nursery room door knobs, my right hand on my head. I twisted the knob and pushed the door open with my weight as I fell forward from another stab in the back.
I fell on my stomach and I forced myself to roll to my side to make the baby more comfortable. I looked around his room and spotted his opened window. We always kept it open to try and keep the room aired out. I turned on my knees and started to force myself to crawl... To crawl for the window... To crawl for the long fall... To crawl for freedom!
With the last thought.... Everything went black. Focusing on trying to get away, I forgot about the intruder who pierced me with his knife in my chest. I lost all of my abilities... Breathing, my vision, to talk... All I could do was smell blood. I could feel it trickle down my skin and a tear falls from my vision-less face. I failed not only myself, but my unborn child. I have failed my future family. I have failed everything and everyone involved in my life. My last thoughts would be to fall out of a window to try and get away and try to survive.
I was being dragged off. I was motionless, but I knew what was going on. I was dragged through the nursery, through the living room... Outside on the porch. The sound of the rain got louder as I could feel it on my forehead. I started to gasp for air... I couldn't give up like this! But my body was shocked. It wouldn't listen to my brain... To anything I tried to do... It was motionless. As the intruder dragged me down the stairs, I felt my head crack on each concrete step... One... Two... Three... And then the concrete step hill. My body was numb, so I couldn't feel anything but hear the cracking in my head.
This was the last... The last day I would be able to live. This is the last thing I would have gone through. I would have rather gone through child labor with triplets than to go through this... Murder and kidnap. I wish Esham wouldn't have gone to work on his off day. I wish Esham would have listened to me and come straight home. I wish I wasn't alone... Maybe my unborn child would be able to take his first breath before I take my last...
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