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

wanted my father and for all I

cheap alcohol that smelled very bad.I said

as she said, "But what if they did.I love you so much, my sweet angel,

my lips

hurt

She ruffled my hair.

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

promised that all the time, but my Mama seemed to

good school, sweet angel, you will

I nodded.

"Yes, Marna."

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

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, surrounding the estate we will

to our lives, most importantly to run away

front of me, I wondered not

his ironed jeans and branded shirt looked the same as the boys who had bullied me in my

when he stepped inside and said, "Mrs

at the boy

just check it now.What if she

with that she was gone,