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"Little Miss, Little Miss." Count to three Abby, count to three. You're fine. Nothing will happen to you. "Little Miss, Little Miss." Count to ten, now Abby. You're going to be fine. He isn't holding that gun, he's lying to you. It's not loaded. You're fine. "I never understand girls like you, Little Miss Abby." He circles around me, and conceals my hand in his, unravelling my tightened fingers, and taking the band of hundred dollar bills. "Betting away your life, and for what?" He brings his head low, to my neck and breathes slowly, and I know he's trying to make me lose my nerve. "Little Miss Abby - a cheap little thrill? A chance to prove you're full of courage?" "Pull the trigger Tiger." I purr, and roll my head back to rest it on his chest. "You're the one murdering for a cheap dollar." I smirk, and take my band of money from his grasp, throwing it in the middle of the table. "...and for what? A cheap thrill? A chance to prove you have got the nerve to pull the trigger?" I can feel the muzzle of the gun on the back of my head. One, Two, Three. He breathes slowly, and I do the same. My fingers are clutching at the few straws open to me. I trace my fingers over the scratch marks that have been left embroidered on the table. I try to determine the amount of force it would take for anyone, man or woman, young or old, to claw their way through a solid oak table. Then I remember the situation I had gotten myself into. I was addicted. I was addicted to the money, and the ecstasy of winning. "I've got the power, and I can use that power I've got to cut you down, and I could use that power to crucify myself. Do you know what I'd choose every time Little Miss?" I heave, and feel his weight shifting behind me. There is a snicker from th... ... middle of paper ... ...er with an element of pity, but with an underlying sadness, knowing either he or I will get a bullet through our skulls. I feel the muzzle of the gun, once again at the nape of my neck. He’s breathing heavily. “Who is more foolish here Little Miss? The girl afraid and cautious of everyone, and everything in the dark, but willing to risk her life for nothing. Or the man afraid of the truth in plain light?” Tiger growls, and I look towards him and at a glance I can see the anger radiating out of his eyes. The trigger is pulled. He places his lips on my cheeks and he lingers there for a moment. I can feel the tears brewing in my eyes. “You think I’d be in this room, choosing between someone I love, and my father If I wasn’t in on it?” He pauses and brings himself around to his fathers side of the room. I look towards the glass, where Orange is looking smugly towards me.
He demonstrates his aunt’s willingness to help writing: “‘I know that things are bad between you and your mom right now, and I just want you to know that I am on your side.’” Her generosity made a great impression on Andrews. He extends this thought further when he writes “‘And in the meantime, if you ever need to get away, my house is always open to you. And to Darian, too.’” The trust his aunt placed in him influenced him hugely in his life. He continues to impress this point recording: “I was grateful but shocked. She and Mom were really close, and for Susan to go behind Mom’s back like that was huge.” He used emotional change in order to exhibit how moved he was by the support he received from his family members even if it was only one ally who was on his side from the start. This abundant amount of assistance from his aunt causes the audience to empathize by relating personal experiences from their own families to the
" What are you reading " I ask while looking over his shoulder. He hands me the old dusty book and I look at it closely. The pages are so old that I 'm scared to touch them.
“No, you rip those boys right off him. You can’t always defend yourself. You’ll have to be willing to fight for things you love.”
... me no choice. That blacksmith is my friend, so I have to kill you. It does not matter that people will come looking for you because I will not be here,” Finishing his sentence with a gunshot.
...n the bound child, until he reaches victory over her. Leaving her raped of her control and emotionally damaged. He states, "tears of defeat blinded her eyes." Clearly showing how he has emotionally scared her.
His expression hardened. “The bounty is six hundred dollars. I’m not going to kill him for the
to die..I think about it all the time. It won’t go away.”(195) He responds with,
bites his thumb at, he loses his courage. "No sir I do not bite my
“Wilson,” I called out, receiving no response. “Wilson?” He stayed slumped in the chair, eyes casted on the ground, refusing to make eye contact or any other sign of acknowledgement. “Wilson!” I yelled, causing him to flinch, his eyes finally meeting mine. There was sadness clear as day in his eyes, but no, he did not deserve to be sad. He did not have any reason. He didn’t love her. He couldn’t provide for her. Not like I could- or would.
Every person reaches a point in their lives when they must define themselves in relation to their parents. We all come through this experience differently, depending on our parents and the situation that we are in. For some people the experience comes very early in their lives, and can be a significant life changing experience. In William Faulkner’s “Barn Burning” Colonel Sartoris Snopes must decide either to stand with his father and compromise his integrity, or embrace honesty and morality and condemn his family. This is a difficult decision to make, especially for a ten year old boy that has nothing outside of what his father provides. Sarty’s decision to ultimately betray his father is dependent on his observation of Abner’s character and the conflict he feels concerning Abner.
The narrator does not hesitate to show how much Honoria and Charlie care for each other. Though Honoria was just a little girl, growing up without a father is still harsh. Still her love for Charlie is unconditional, and questions about the past are not brought up. Their strong relationship is alm...
“Killing Gangrel at this point would be nothing short of murder, and you’re not that kind of man Chrom.”
... at the man, the unbidden memory of my parents’ lifeless body in the open casket washes over my mind. My head begins to throb. I fight back tears, screaming in agony.
“If it saves my family and no harm will come to them, then I will do it. But I have to ask a question. Did you kill my parents just to get my attention and to let me know that you are stronger and more powerful than me.”
"Do you want me to show myself weak before the people? Or to break my sworn word? No, and I will not. The woman dies."