People said that America was to be the greatest country, the country of free will. While people in the English courts or those in India like residence, countries where there was no freedom for the average woman.
I would understand the lure of the United States.
However, let me inform you, the United States is not so grand my friend, especially if you are paranormal.
I let out muffled sobs into my bondage. I was gagged and blindfolded, my wrists were chained tightly and bolted to whatever means of escorting me.
I had no clue where I was going but I knew for certain it was nowhere pleasant.
My father who's a paranormal like me, has reminded me almost everyday of my six years of my life to hide who I was and let no one know what I am. I did as he was told but the government still came for us. I don't understand!
I was torn away from my home, my family. I was aware of my father fighting away the folk with his mighty supernatural powers when my half sister managed to get me out of the house. At least until I pulled my hand free of hers to dash back inside to pull the ring off our mother's dying hand.
She laid weakly in the center of the room, she was stabbed once she opened the door but they pulled her away so they could enter. Father with his superior hearing already was alerted to the situation but there was little he could do for a shanked woman when he had to protect his step-daughter and daughter.
Now she lay pooled in her own blood as she struggled to stay awake, I could tell her breathing was heavily labored. I knew mama didn't have much time. I bit back my tears and kneeled beside her. Behind me I could hear father still fighting against the people.
She slowly raised her hand and placed it against my cheek, I pushed my face against her hand warmed from her own blood.
"Mommy!" I whispered, blinking back tears rapidly now.
"Go baby, you can't be caught." She whispers weakly.
She was right, I knew she was but I didn't want to leave her, but if father were to find out I came back in, he would be furious.
I gently removed mama's hand and kissed it, her ring gem cold and unforgiving. I suddenly had the urge to take mama's ring. It was like she read my mind.
"Take it." She says coarsely.
I didn't hesitate to gently pull the rock off her hand and drop it into the folds of my jeans, I gave her one final kiss and rose to my feet. I looked at her ghostly white face one more time before turning and running out the door.
I was met with a horrible sight, father had lost and was heavily chained, so heavily that I doubt he'd be able to adjust his head. He was on his knees, horribly beaten and bruised but his eyes widened with alarm as he saw me.
I bit my tongue and clenched my fists, it's all I could do to keep from running to him and calling out "papa".
I looked around briefly and met Evalyn's panicked expression as she eagerly gestured for me to come to her as she crouched perfectly out of sight behind lush bushes.
I tried to run to her, but I didn't make it far before I was snatched up by a tall and strong brute.
I heard father strain against his bonds and scream angrily into his metal gag. Evalyn had no such restraint but she didn't make a sound as I wrestled against my captor, trying my best to get free.
Only thing I succeeded in was him briefly moving his hand so I could see the horrified and pained expression on my sister's face. I was suddenly blinded at the same time I felt metal come across my wrists.
