Diamond- part 1

Holly, a ten year old girl and her six year brother, Dylan endured
horrific misery from their father. They knew not the meaning of
parental love since their mother died, which made Holly see it as her
duty to protect her brother.
Logan, their father was a drinkard, that apparently hated life. He
got depressed after the loss of the love of his life, Heather. They
were happily married for ten years, before she got burnt in a gory
vehicle accident. Logan learnt of her death and never got over it.
Every day, he'ld sit to drink just to forget his sorrows, but the
grief never seemed to move. It was as a thick cloud that was ever with
him wherever he went. And he'ld cry like a kid, whenever he remembers
that Heather was no more.
Holly seemed like a demon in human's body, making him so much grow
hatred for her brother and her. He hated the sight of them and anyday
he sees anyone of them, he'ld make life hell for such person.
One morning, Logan had been out for work very early in the morning;
something he hardly does as he was an award-worthy late worker. Holly
was woken up by her brother for their daily morning prayers to the
only good father they knew, as they were taught by Heather.
"Sister, it is time to talk to good father, bad father has gone out."
Dylan whispered.
Holly tried so hard to get up from the cloth they had spread on the
floor, that they called 'comfort beddie'. She had injuries on her
hands which she suffered the night before while trying to protect her
brother.
She just turned over and knelt by her brother who was already kneeling.
"Good father!" She started. "Thank you for another beautiful day!
Please give us what to eat today so that we will not have to sleep
hungry in the night!"
"Amen!" They said in unison and arose to their feet.
Holly rolled up the cloth they had slept on. It was the only cloth
Holly could grab her hands on, that belonged to their mother, before
Logan shut Heather's room, never opening it again.
"Sister! Can we go outside? I want to eat." Dylan requested.
"Alright let's go outside!"
Holly went to a corner in their room and picked up a carton box. She
brought out a key that had a rope attached to the bottom from the box,
and walked to the door.
"Dylan!" She whispered. "Come closer!" Dylan stretched his left leg
forward and brought the other, dancing as he did.
Holly smiled, inserted the key into the key's hole and out they went
to the real world very far from their own home.
Everywhere was quite decorated as Christmas was three days away. The
Christmas swags here and there. The festive trees of different sizes,
proudly lighted colourfully- red, green and white. The sun had risen
fully yet, people could hardly be seen walking around.
A storm was going to hit the city for the first time since about four
years. It promised to be a blast. And many people got the information
in time therefore finding comfort in their homes. It meant that
workers had to go to work early and return home after the storm was
gone.
Holly's eyes rolled around searching for something to pick up so they
can quench their hunger.
"I wonder why every where is so silent." Holly uttered.
"And so empty!" Dylan added.
"Except for the garland; and the trees; and the swags; and the
wreaths." Holly added
"And the sleds; and the..." Dylan joined, making them go on and on
for about ten minutes.
"... And the sleighs; and the santas."
"You've said santas before." Holly stated.
"Really, alright and the..." he paused and sniffed a little. "Can you
smell that yummy food?" Dylan questioned.
"O-o-h-h-h y-y-e-a-a-h-h!" Holly responded licking her lips. She held
her brother's wrist and followed the inviting smell till she got to
the house it was coming from. She peeked through the window and...
"Wow!" Holly whispered.
"I want to see too." Dylan cried cause he wasn't tall enough to see
inside of the building.
"Alright!" Holly said. She bent down and lifted him from the waist.
He looked in and was stunned. Never has he seen anything like it. The
dining table was in full view. He could see gold plates with all kinds
of yummies. The candlesticks of different heights, the candles,
several colours- green, red, yellow so many. The gingerbread house and
the gingerbread men. He could see Santa standing, wearing a powerful
grin, with some candy canes, some reindeers and all.
"Dylan, I ca..n't ho..l..d o..n an..y..y mo..r..r"
Holly's trembling legs staggared to the back.
"Sister, but I just came here, whoo...aa!"
*SLUMP*
They met themselves on the floor. Dylan safely landed on Holly's
stomach and Holly, well, the floor. They both got up and walked to the
door.
Knock! Knock! Knock! Holly hit the door softly.
"Who is that fool at the door?" A masculine voice spoke up.
"That's mean!" A feminine voice uttered.
Footsteps were heard.
"Get back kids!"
"But we want to see dad!" A boy cried.
The door knob turned and the door opened slowly. Standing before them
was like a giant. A man well built with muscles.
"What?"
A little boy peeked from behind the door.
"Good morning Sir. Please, we are hungry and we don't hav..."
*SLAM* The door got shut.
"Nonsense! Do I look like Santa Clause?" The man walked back to his seat.
"Dylan, let's go to church, we'll get food there!" Holly spoke up.
They were about to go when the door opened. A small hand came out,
threw a full loaf of bread at them and a face appeared.
"I am.."
"Cody! What are you doin there!
"Bye!"
*SLAM*
Strong wind soon began to blow.