Blackmailed For Love

"I don’t like it here.I don’t!"

I stomped my foot as Mama opened the small bag and started to take our clothes out.

"Mama!"

"Hush, now, my pretty angel."

She always called me that but sometimes I wished that she wouldn't, not because I hated it but because I never felt like an angel.

And another reason was because my Mama named me after a Princess who became a queen, and because of that all the students at my previous school] made fun of me.

Spoiler alert, we lived in a trailer park and in no way I was a princess.

She grabbed a few clothes and went to arrange them in the big wooden cupboard near the window.

When she turned around, she came straight to me and crouched down.

My mother had hair like mine, silver with the hint of pink and our eyes were the same too, big and blue.

She took my small] hands in hers, her hands were rough from all the work she does.

"You know we couldn’t live there anymore, don't you?"

my head, because I didn’t know.I

father and for all I cared they

and drank cheap alcohol that smelled very bad.I said

said, "But what if they did.I love you so much,

lips and

want him to hurt you anymore.We should’ve

She ruffled my hair.

he promised that he'd do better, didn’t

but my Mama seemed to believe him

sweet angel, you will get to study here and then one day you'll go to college and make Mama

I nodded.

"Yes, Marna."

behind us and we both turned around to see a young boy standing there, he looked like he was

came to live in the small town of Black Mountains with its own scenic beauty and scary forests, and one such forest was outside our little cottage that was assigned to us,

lives, most importantly to run away from my father’s debts,

me, I wondered not

boy in his ironed jeans and branded shirt looked the same

say something cruel and was surprised when he stepped inside and said, "Mrs Huxley, Mom is asking for you.She said

Mama beamed at the boy and

should just check it now.What if

with that she was gone,