Julia hit the mirror one last time and slid to the floor. Her hands were bloodied and she hadn't found a damn way out yet - and looking at the window across from the mirror she was stuck in, she saw that it was getting dark.
Dark?? Where the hell were they? "Amelia..." she whispered, wiping the corner of her eyes with the sleeve of her shirt. Julia was in pain, literally, from not feeding Amelia, but the combination of pain was from being away from her baby girl so long and thinking that imposter had her hands on HER family. The thought brought forth another wave of anger and she started hitting the glass again, cursing at it when it refused to do anything but echo hollowly. "I am sooo out of here." The woman looked around the bedroom, standing in the middle of it in exasperation. "A husband that doesn't bother to visit the wife, no wonder the girl was working so soon after having the brat. Must've been good enough to pop that out and to hell with her. Job done." She picked up the purse, smiling a little at her plans, and then opened the bedroom door. ===== __________________________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! Mail Plus - Powerful. Affordable. Sign up now. http://mailplus.yahoo.com
