"Mama, I want my tweddie" 4 year old Angelina says to her mother, with her voice cracking.
"Shut up!" Beatrice, Angelina's mother, shouts back, as she grabs Angelina's tiny arm in her hand harshly and shoves her into the arms of an unfamiliar man.
"How much?" The man says. He looks to be in his late-twenties, and is wearing professional attire.
"How high are you willling to go?" Beatrice asks.
It didn't take Angelina that much to figure out what type of situation she was in. She was smart enough as a child to figure out just how evil her own birth-giver could be. She was going to hurt, she was going to suffer. She was sure of that at least.
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Angelina was never naive. She knew her life wasn't all sunshines and rainbows. Actually she never got to see an ounce of happiness.
They say that "time heals all wounds". It doesn't. It never did. Not for Angelina. Never for Angelina.
So many mysteries. So many betrayals. So many heartbreaks. So much pain
It's all so wrong...
But how would she know?
She's never known anything else...
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Vengeful Promise - (Ongoing)
Random"Mama, I want my tweddie" 4 year old Angelina says to her mother, with her voice cracking. "Shut up!" Beatrice, Angelina's mother, shouts back, as she grabs Angelina's tiny arm in her hand harshly and shoves her into the arms of an unfamiliar man. "...
