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

bad men wanted my father and for all I

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

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

pursed my lips and cupped

hurt you anymore.We

She ruffled my hair.

your father and he promised

all the time, but my Mama seemed

a very good school, sweet angel, you will get to study here and then one day you'll

I nodded.

"Yes, Marna."

the door opened behind us and we both turned around to

with its own scenic beauty and scary forests, and one such forest was outside our little cottage that was assigned

our lives, most importantly to run away from my father’s debts, my Mama had taken a job as a

stared at the boy in front of me, I wondered not for the hundredth time why Mama had to bring us

and branded shirt looked the same as the boys who had bullied

and said, "Mrs Huxley, Mom is asking for

at the boy and walked

just check it now.What if

with that she was gone, leaving me alone with