Saved by Fate

Chapter One Kidnapped

This is a book that has been sitting in my files for about a year... I thought that I should publish it somewhere. The photo above is the main character when she is about 6 years old. Her name, I've used this name a lot, is Alex. I'm thinking about changing it later. By the way, this story is set in the 1800s. The children are very mature that they could pass for 20 year olds. So just saying cuz my characters in this first chapter are very very mature though they are six/seven. AlsoNeed suggestions for a new name please. Thank you and hope you enjoy this book!!!

1890

"Alexandra! Where are you?!" Says my mom. As soon as I heard her call me I walked from where I was in our field to our old wooden house. I've always loved the field. It's where I get some peace and quite from my noisy home.

"I was in the field, Mother," I reply as I walk in the door. I go through the living room to get to the kitchen. My mom is feeding Mary, my one year old baby sister, and washing the dishes at the same time. I don't know how she does it, doing two things at one time. Must be hard to be a mother of four kids, four girls especially. I stand there for a few minutes before she remembers that she called me to the kitchen. She turns to me as she wipes her soapy hands on her apron.

"Your father is late and I need help cooking dinner," she says finally. As quick as she said that she went back to feeding Mary. Nodding, I went to the oven and turn it on, so it can heat up a little before I use it.

"What do you want me to cook?" I ask her while I was looking in the cabinets. It takes a few minutes for her to answer.

"Um, how about some beans and cornbread?" She asks me as she puts some plates on the table. Hmm, my favorite. I turn back to the cabinet and took out a bag with beans and some cornbread mix.

"Ok," I take a knife to cut the bag of beans open. As soon as I was done with that I got a pot out and filled about half of it with water. I put it on the stove and while I was waiting for it boil I started to mix the cornbread. Getting a bowl and some flour, I set them on the counter as I poured the mix in the bowl. After a few minutes of mixing the batter I check on the water for the beans. As I looked over I heard something walking upstairs. I know it wasn't Father because he wasn't here.

"Momma, is May or Maria here?" I ask her. May and Maria are my twin big sisters. I look over at Momma and saw that she stopped feeding Mary to look up at me. She seemed confused on why I asked the question. She might not have heard the noise coming from upstairs.
"No. They're at a friends house a few miles up the road. Why?" She asked as she went back to feeding Mary some corn.

"Well, I thought I heard someone upstairs, but I probably heard it in my head," I said as I poured the beans in the pot and started to stir. After stirring for a few minutes I went back to the cornbread and prepared to put it in the oven. As I was just about to put it in the oven a something crashed on the floor upstairs. I put the pan on the stove and looked at Momma. She stopped feeding Mary and looked at me with a worried face. Now I know it wasn't just in my head. I turned off the oven and stove, knowing that the beans were done and got a knife when Mother wasn't looking. She wouldn't like me to threaten someone with a knife, even if our lives depended on it. It wouldn't be "lady-like" as she says.

"I'll go upstairs and see what's up there," I whispered to Momma while walking around the table to head to the stairs. "If I'm gone for 10 minutes run and get help," I say walking through the kitchen doorway. As I looked at her she was picking up Mary. She put Mary on her hip hugging her tight and nodded at me. I walked to the stairs by the door and looked up to the 2nd floor. I'll admit that I'm a little scared. This never happened before. Oh, how I wish Father were here.

"Be careful," I heard Momma whisper as I started to go up the stairs. The closer I got to the top I heard a lot more noises and they were getting louder. Also, the closer I got, the more nervous and scared I was. I was only a six year old with a knife probably going against someone way older and more experienced. I knew someone was up there and I know it wasn't Dad, May, or Maria. As soon as I got to the top I raised the knife that I had grab from the kitchen when Momma wasn't looking. I walk to where the noise was coming from.