No One Can Hear You

No One Can Hear You No One Can Hear You

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

Hanna looks up at Nathan, "Why are you doing this? Do you know what will happen if I tell someone?" "Its funny how you think people will believe you. Because they wont, youre the daughter of a theif, a dead one at that!" Before she even thought about it, she slapped him across the face. How dare anyone talk about her father like that!? He grabbed her shoulders and threw her down, "Youre going to pay!"

Summary

Hanna looks up at Nathan, "Why are you doing this? Do you know what will happen if I tell someone?"

"Its funny how you think people will believe you. Because they wont, youre the daughter of a theif, a dead one at that!"

Before she even thought about it, she slapped him across the face. How dare anyone talk about her father like that!?
He grabbed her shoulders and threw her down, "Youre going to pay!"

Chapter1 (v.1) - No One Can Hear You

Author Chapter Note

Hanna looks up at Nathan, "Why are you doing this? Do you know what will happen if I tell someone?"<br /> <br /> "Its funny how you think people will believe you. Because they wont, youre the daughter of a theif, a dead one at that!"<br /> <br /> Before she even thought about it, she slapped him across the face. How dare anyone talk about her father like that!?<br /> He grabbed her shoulders and threw her down, "Youre going to pay!"

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Submitted: April 23, 2012

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Chapter 1

“Get back here, THEIF!!” Moppy Sams, yelled down the small gravely road, “I’ll get the town runner on you!!”

“You don’t even know who I am, so how could you?” I gave a little giggle and ran down the road to the small alley ending. Everyone knew that Moppy Sams was crazy; no one would believe that batty old woman anyway.She was claiming twice a day that someone was stealing her knickers. I mean yes, it was true that I did steal a large loaf of bread. But no one could prove it; no one had even seen it. Everyone in town was at the hanging. I looked behind me and noticed that Moppy hadn’t started chasing me. So I stopped running and walked casually into my small shack of a home. I put the bread on the table underneath the white cloth so that the flies didn’t eatit before we did.

Now, I thought, Im going to go and watch that bastard die. The man scheduled to die today was Gregory Lamb, who had gone completely bonkers and killed every baby in sight, thinking that the devil was the father. Luckily, my baby sister was born in secrecy, so unlike all the other poor little babies, my sister was allowed to live. They found old Gregory  laughing over the small, lifeless body of a baby boy, who belonged to non-other than the Duke himself. The moment they found him he was sentenced to 6 months in the stocks, and then, on this day, he was to be hanged, drawn, and quartered. If Gregory had stuck to only killing the peasant babies, the worst he could’ve gotten was 2 months in the stocks and 100 good lashings. The old man deserved it; he killed at least 50 precious babies.

I turned the last corner and quickly found my mother; she was easily the tallest woman in the state. She looked even taller with a 1 and a half year old Emma sitting on her shoulders. When I looked around, I saw that the only people who were holding children up were the fathers. But I was used to that. I had hardly known my father. See before Gregory went crazy, he was actually a kind man. But my father was a thief. He stole everything for us to live. Food, clothes, sometimes even nice jewelry, that only the richer women could afford, for Mother. One day, Father was caught stealing from Gregory’s fruit booth. Gregory reported father to the town runner, who then inspected our house, and found all of the stolen things. They sentenced Father to 50 lashings and hanging. There was no drawing and quartering at all for Father. For what he did, it was not so bad. But it was really a waste to kill Father, because he was a really hard worker. But they did anyway.

That is the reason that I couldn’t wait to see Gregory Lamb die. That damned old bastard!! I hated him for having my father killed. He deserved what was coming to him. I took Mother’s hand; she looked down at me and smiled. I knew immediately she was thinking the same thing I was. Emma had a different father. But he had run away to another state.  I looked up just in time to see them pull him up. They let him struggle for 5 minutes. Then he passed out. They dropped him  quickly. Then they slammed him down onto a stone table. Lord Henry walked up and cut deep into Gregory’s abdomen. Gregory cried out loudly. A scream of pain and suffering. The man walked over and ripped out Gregory’s intestines slowly. That’s when Mother and I walked away. We didn’t need to see anymore.

“Mother, why?” Emma asked.

“Why what Deary?”

“Why do they have to hurt?”

“Because the people they are killing are bad, and they deserve to be punished. Now it’s time for bed Emma. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight Mother,” Emma crawled into Mothers big bed, and within minutes she was asleep.

I climbed the ladder up to my loft. I sat down on my cot bed. I was used to this. For I did this every night when I didn’t want to talk to anyone anymore. When I was sure Mother had fallen asleep, I pulled the tiny piece of mirror that I had broken from Tiffany Lockets, a nobles daughter. I examined myself carefully. My eyes were golden with a little bit of green mixed in, just like my fathers. My hair was long, in a braid it fell to my hips, it was the most gorgeous dark reddish-purple, you’d’ve seen, exactly like my mothers and sisters. I was thin, sickly thin, because ever since father died. I haven’t eaten very much. I’ve been giving my food to Mother and Emma. To keep them healthy. My chest was another issue though. There was a bit too much of that to match the build of my body.

My 15th birthday was in 7 days. I don’t look like a 14 year old, but I assure you, I am! I put the mirror back under my mattress, and went to the dresser. I changed into my long flowery night-gown. Brushed out my hair, rinsed my mouth with the water that I took from the market yesterday. I lay down in bed. Next to me laid the only thing that I got to keep that Father had stolen for me. A worn out bunny toy. I’ve had it since I was 4. And I loved it. I hugged it close to my chest, and as always, I drifted off into my dreamless, light sleep.

As my long eyelashes drifted closed. I could've sworn that I saw a silver glint and outline in the corner. But, I was way to gone to even care, "Goodnight Daddy," I whispered softly.

In the back of my mind I heard him say, "Goodnight to you too Hanna."

 


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