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As Emma looked around the small bathroom, her eyes landed on the window. It was a small, narrow window, but it seemed like their only way out.
Emma's eyes widened as she realized what she had to do. She quickly got up and walked toward the window, her heart racing with fear.
"What are you doing?" her sister asked, looking at her with confusion and worry.
"I have an idea," Emma said, her voice shaking slightly. "We're going to climb out the window."
Her sister's eyes widened with fear, and she shook her head. "I can't do that. I'm too scared."
"We don't have a choice," Emma said, her voice firm. "We have to get out of here."
Emma started climbing onto the toilet seat and then onto the bathtub's edge. She reached up and unlatched the window, then pushed it open as far as it would go. The warm air rushed in, and Emma took a deep breath, feeling a sense of freedom for the first time in hours.
She turned to her sister. "Come on, follow me."
The sound of their mother's pounding grew louder as Emma hoisted herself up and squeezed through the narrow opening, her heart racing with fear. She helped her sister through the window, and they climbed out onto the house’s roof.
Emma's heart raced as they made their way across the slanted roof. She could feel the shingles cutting into her bare feet as she tried to keep her balance. Her sister followed closely behind, tears still streaming down her face.
As they neared the edge of the roof, Emma felt a rush of fear and adrenaline overcome her. It was a long way down, and she didn't know if they would make it, but she knew they had to try.
"Jump," Emma whispered to her sister. "Take my hand."
Her sister hesitated for a moment before nodding and jumping off the roof. Emma caught her hand effortlessly, and they both tumbled to the ground below, landing with a soft thud.
As they ran away from their mother's rage, Emma knew their lives would never be the same again. But for the first time in a long time, she felt a glimmer of hope.
Chapter31
The real estate agent's car pulled up slowly in front of the house, the wheels crunching over the gravel driveway. He parked the car and turned to face his clients, a young couple in their early thirties. The wife was heavily pregnant, her hand resting protectively over her swollen belly. The husband looked hesitant, eyeing the worn-out house with a critical gaze.
"This property is a diamond in the rough," the agent said, stepping out of the car and walking toward the couple. "But with a little TLC, it could be a wonderful home for you and your coming children."
The wife looked up at her husband, a glimmer of hope in her eyes. He took her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze before turning back to the agent.
"What kind of work are we talking about here?" he asked, eyeing the house's peeling paint and cracked windows. “It looks like a lot. We don’t really have money or time for that.”
"Just some cosmetic stuff," the agent replied. "New paint, new windows, maybe some landscaping. But let me show you the potential."
With that, he led the couple toward the house. The wife's eyes scanned the house’s exterior, probably imagining a small garden outside with some roses and maybe a swing set. Her husband's mind was definitely running wild with ideas, "Maybe a tree house over there?" he said, pointing to the corner of the yard.
As they walked closer to the front door, the agent continued to extol the virtues of the property. "The roof was redone last year, and the plumbing and electrical were all updated in the past five years. It’s got good bones."
The couple exchanged a glance that said they were both thinking the same thing. They saw the potential in the house, and the agent's words had given them renewed hope. The agent found the key and put it in the lock. The door creaked open, revealing a dusty and outdated interior. The husband's face fell slightly, but the wife's eyes sparkled with imagination.
"We could knock down this wall here," she said, gesturing toward the living room. "Open up the space and let in more light."
The agent nodded, impressed by her vision. "That's exactly the kind of thing I'm talkingabout," he said with a grin. "This is such a great neighborhood, and you can get this within your price range. Fix it up, and it will be worth a lot more. Let's take a closer look."
With that, the three of them stepped further inside the house, the pregnant wife leading the way. Her husband was trailing behind but seemed more interested. The three of them continued to explore the house, with the agent pointing out the potential in each room. The wife's mind was racing with ideas, picturing the perfect nursery for their baby and a cozy living room for family movie nights. Her husband was starting to come around, seeing the possibilities in each room as they walked through.
As they stepped outside, the couple looked back at the house with newfound optimism. They could see the potential the real estate agent had described, and they were starting to believe this could be their dream home. The wife squeezed her husband's hand, a silent affirmation that they were in this together.
"We'll put a bid in," the husband said firmly, looking at the agent with a new sense of determination.
The agent grinned, feeling a sense of satisfaction. He knew this couple was going to turn this house into something special, and he was happy for them and their family. That was the best part of being a real estate agent: helping people find the homes that fit their needs. A beautiful family would live here, and the children would grow up and one day leave. It was such a wonderful thing to be able to help them with.
"And the schools here are excellent, by the way,” he added.
