The Orphan: 1: Enola

The Beginning Of The Story It was raining. The house was covered with trees and was in the middle of the forest. Thunder was grumbling. There were hardly any people or houses, except for that one house which was at the end of the road. A little girl was wandering around the road. The road was a very dark place and had no houses beside it. The road led to a single house that was at the end of the road. It was very dark and had utmost five street lights. The lights were very dull and they were blinking continuously. A little girl around ten years old seemed lost and was walking on the unescorted road. She wore a red raincoat and a pair of black shoes. The girl was holding a black umbrella in one hand and a big handbag in another. She seemed happy, but this happiness showed that she was hiding many grieves of hers. The girl started to walk in between the road as she thought that no vehicle was going to cross the abandoned, dark, and deep road. As she was wondering about something, a black car with high speed was coming really fast, the car had lost it’s control because the brakes failed . As soon as the little girl saw the rapid car she jumped out of the way. Thankfully, the car was able to stop without having any accident. The driver, who was a man got out of the car and walked towards the little girl. The little girl had nowhere to run instead to stand still. “ Hi! I am Conor, I am sorry to scare you but who are you and why are you all alone on this abandoned road ? Where are your parents ?” questioned Conor. “Hi uh I.. I am Enola... I don’t think it is appropriate to tell a stranger about your personal life... you look very familiar to me, like if I have seen you earlier.” responded Enola fearfully. “ I am really sorry- umm how about you stay with me ? Oh, really ? Uh.. I – uh don’t know if I have seen you before.” Told Conor. “Uh sir I barely know you. You are a total stranger, I can’t stay with you, because um.. uh.. I live with my foster grandparents, and they are really brutal with me. I uh.. lived in California with my parents, we lived a very happy life, we used to have so much fun together, but then all of a sudden, someone broke into our house, my mum hid me in the cupboard, but a little part of the cupboard was open, through which I could see that a man who had covered his face stabbed my parents to death, then I was sent to foster care, but then my foster parents took me here, they are very cruel, they beat me and make me do work!” replied Enola. “Well you can live with a crucial family but why not with me ?” questioned Conor crossly. “WHY ARE YOU BEING SO MEAN, I TOLD YOU I DON’T WANT TO GO WITH YOU, YOU ARE A STRANGER ! NOT MY GUARDIAN ! PLEASE STOP CONTROLLING MY LIFE AND EXCUSE ME!” told Enola abruptly. Conor became cross with Enola and as she was about to leave, he held Enola and put her in the car. Conor locked all the doors of the car leaving no place opened for Enola to escape and then started to take out some tools to fix the broken car. When the car was fixed, he drove it to the house which the girl had denied of. The Stay Enola was screaming out loud. Conor was used to all of this. He picked out a injection and inserted it into Enola. She became unconscious. As soon as Conor reached there he held Enola in his arms and started to approach to ring the bell. An old man in shaggy clothes with a white beard opened the door. His eyes opened in surprise and said: “Hi Conor ! I am surprised to see you here, you have arrived from California to Canada ! But who are you holding ?” said the old man surprisingly. “Hi dad ! Nice to meet you, Can I come inside and maybe we can talk later ?” questioned Conor. “Oh yes... yes sure Conor come in !” said the old man politely. Conor enters the old mansion which was very dark from the inside. Conor walked towards the stairs and was going upstairs when Enola became conscious . She felt dizzy and could hardly speak anything. That is when Conor hurriedly went towards his room. He kept Enola on the chair. Conor rapidly took out some tapesopes from the drawer and tied Enola with the chair. Conor then said: “ Hi Enola! I'll call you Enola from now on , and you are welcomed here once again. I am your uncle, because I am your foster mother’s brother. I couldn’t meet you as I was gone to California for study purposes.” told Conor. “Hi uncle Conor um I.. uh it’s nice to meet you please let me out of here, you do know that they are really cr- “ “ Cruel ? Huh really ?!? They are not cruel at all!" “But they really are if not with you then that is because you ARE their biological son, and I am just their grand daughter and not even their biological grand daughter, and my paren- “ sobbed Enola. “ I know it Enola ! I am twenty-five years old I am not old , I remember about your parents, they were murde- ... okay whatever just leave it. From now on you can’t leave the house under any circumstances !” “O..k “ Conor went down stairs to eat food when he saw something really unexpected. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He rushed to the kitchen to see if there was any sort of mistake. It turned out that what he was seeing was real and what Enola had said about the family was no lie ! Conor’s POV: I couldn’t believe that Enola had not said a word of lie. I underestimated her. Just as I was about to rush upstairs I heard my mother say; “Conor, it seemed that you were hungry before but now you aren’t? Come join us!” “ I am not hungry, really I stopped by a restaurant as I was coming. You can continue, I have a really important thing to finish before.” “What is more important than your family Mister Conor ?” Inquired dad. “It’s just that I think sister Merritt is calling, you know that I can’t decline her call, right ?” “Mhmmm..” said mom and dad. I knew that I had lied to them but still there was something that I had to tell Enola. I went upstairs, but as I opened the door, all I could see was a poor young child putting her head down due to sleep. I couldn’t say anything right now but I felt pity about her. I untied her and lay her on my bed just to make her sleep comfortably, she really had bruises on her hand. I felt so ashamed of my doings and treatment with her. I sat beside the bed, waiting for her to wake up. I just sat there and I slept there. Enola’s POV: As I woke up, I saw Uncle Conor beside the bed sleeping. I was confused, because I was tied to a chair with ropes and tapes, but now I was on the bed. However, I quietly got up from the bed so that Uncle Conor doesn’t wake up. I searched the room for my handbag which I had when I was kidn*pped, because it was the only thing that I had when my parents were murdered. I took a look in the wardrobe, it was very gigantic. The wardrobe was designed with old wood, it was a surprise to me since I never had a rich life. Therefore, when I opened the cupboard, it made creaking noises, and my face had turned red because I was trying to escape... I was shaking but I still had the courage and potential to escape. And there I saw my mother’s beautiful black-coloured handbag made out of leather. I took it and did not close the cupboard as it would leave a creaking sound causing Uncle Conor to wake up. I knew I was scared and I was having goose bumps, but I was stuck with my decision. My heart said to myself, “Be brave, be confident, you know your parents raised you right ! So stick to your parents and make your parents happy while they look down.” My heart was pumping very rapidly. I knew that something was off about Uncle Conor. I couldn’t go downstairs as my foster grandparents were sitting there. The Escape Little Enola was in search of any instrument or equipment that could help her in escaping. She then saw a small window. It was enough for Enola to pass through. She opened the window and looked down, it was very risky and high. It was at least 15 feet from the room to the ground. Enola started to find for a rope. She then saw the rope which she was tied with on the chair. She took the rope, a hook, and then attached the hook with the window from one side and the rope from the other. Enola was light enough to get to the ground. She first threw her handbag, then she crawled to the ground. Enola took her handbag and jumped through the big, long, brown fences which were covering the house. “Umm... well it wasn’t that hard ! It was a piece of cake, good job Enola- the detective !” congratulated Enola to herself. She then was in that dark and unescorted road. Enola ran as fast as a rabbit to make it to the city. On the other side, Conor had woke. He jumped in surprise because Enola wasn’t there, He ran downstairs to see if Enola was there, but she wasn’t. Unexpectedly, he sighed and he became angry after seeing the little window open, he saw down the window and said to himself, “Ugh... Stupid me I should have woken up, or maybe she was too quiet about it, since she is not down here nor anywhere I can see far far away which seems like it has been a lot of time.” Conor sighed again and became obnoxious. He had no choice left but to either let her go or find her. Conor’s fathers came to his room. He banged on the big wooden door. “ OPEN IT, I SAID OPEN IT!” shouted his father. Conor opened the door and looked over his father in a very weird way and said: “Are you drunk again ?”