SHELTERED – Young adult SCARY fiction

Emily hurried from the car to the house and
tried to slip out of her shoes and coat quickly, hoping to get out of the
cramped entry before she was forced to share the small space with Ben. Being
fourteen inches apart in the car several times a day was almost too much. She
smelled him, breathed in the delicious scent of his cologne. She had bought it
for him for their meager Christmas exchange and he had worn it every day since.
Ben came in as she hopped up a step to the
kitchen.
“Em, your pants are soaked. We really need
to find you some boots.”
She only nodded and turned away. Her socks
were wet, too, and she left a damp trail across the worn linoleum, the long
frayed hems of her black pants mopping the dirty floor. She was saving up for
boots . . . again. Perhaps, she thought, if she chose something more feminine
than army boots this time, Cori wouldn’t take them.
Emily paused at the door to the staircase
and listened to the newscaster’s voice as it filtered through Mrs. Kremer’s
door. For the seventy-third night in a row she wished it was her mom in there
listening to the radio. She wished the door would open and loving arms would
enfold her. She wished . . .
The radio broke off mid-sentence and out
went the soft glow beneath the door taking away that strip of hope. Good
night, Mrs. Kremer.
Emily only thought the words. She closed the staircase
door and fingered the hook and latch. The one time she dared to lock it Cori
screamed a tirade. It was all right, though, for Cori to lock Emily out. Maybe
the new girl would stand up to Cori’s outbursts.
Maybe the new girl would be equally as bad.
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