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?"

I didn’t

wanted my father and for all

and drank cheap alcohol that smelled very bad.I said so to my Mama, "But, Mama, they

my fingers, her smile affectionate as she said, "But what if they did.I love you so much, my sweet angel, I'd never let anyone

my lips and

him to hurt you

She ruffled my hair.

father and he promised that he'd do

Mama seemed to believe

like it here more when you start the new school.This is a very good school, sweet angel, you will

I nodded.

"Yes, Marna."

to see a young boy standing there, he looked like

scary

to our lives, most importantly

me, I wondered not for

ironed jeans and branded shirt looked the same as the boys

was surprised when he stepped inside and said, "Mrs Huxley, Mom is asking for you.She said you can come whenever you are

the boy and walked to

check it now.What if she has something important to tell

with that she was gone,