A Kidnapper's Dream (Unedited)

-Chapter 12: Giving and Receiving-

@Copyright all rights reserved 2013

-Written By: LovableMonster-

(Hope you guys enjoy! :).)

-Chapter 12: Giving and Receiving-

(Tell me if I should change the title.)

I feel my heart sink and my stomach churn violently. My head starts to spin and everything around me suddenly becomes hazed and fogged. I'm having a hard time processing everything Ms. Gringale said. She stands there in the doorway and watches me like I'm her number one target in the world. Like she's pinned me to the floor to kick me down as far as I can go. Every time I catch her eyes with my own, her reflection in my eyes, it feels like she's kicking me yet again in the ribs. I can barely breathe with her so near.

I can't believe I didn't realize before this, how I couldn't even recognize my own daughter. She was just a baby when I last held her, nothing more. Now, look at her, that beautiful creation that has been twisted in so many ways around the world. She had to live with this woman and she's known Luca probably as long as her. I miss my Lucy, my Annabella, my daughter...So many titles for such a poor innocent girl that has such a disgusting truth and past behind her.

"Annabella is...she's my..." I can barely get the words out with my head reeling like this. I feel like I just got shot in my stomach and the memories are slowly bleeding out of me. My eyes squint in pain as I try to clear my throat of shame.

My voice gets shut down almost immediately. Luca struggles to get out his bed and his fingers fumble at the rag placed on his side. He's still so strong even with an injury like his. He staggers around to make his way to me and places his hands on me to help regain what little strength I had. Luca obviously cares more about me than himself, which worries me. He shouldn't act like this. Kidnappers shouldn't act like this...not that I should complain, thank God he hasn't hurt me like one would.

I don't want to remember my sweet child I named Lucy, now Annabella, and her little youthful face. I don't want to remember my childhood being ruined by this child who I had to eventually give up for the benefit of everyone around me, including myself. Annabella stands there stunned, she is wise beyond her years for her age, and I’d like to believe. I think she's recollecting the memories like I am now. She stares up at Ms. Gringale in pure shock. Her little mouth twitches and she slowly starts to head backwards, keeping her distance from this woman.

Annabella is acting like I did with Luca, when I first woke up in this strange place. Me and Luca have this weird connection, that I'm figuring isn't the same with these two. Why would a child act differently towards a woman who's always claimed that she was her mother all these years? She's lied about me and she's lied about what's right to Anna.

Ms. Gringale follows her, giving her a doubtful look of enthusiasm. She grabs the child quickly and looks into her little blue eyes. She doesn't care about anyone but herself, but I'm afraid she just doesn't want to be left alone. Luca already dumped her down to find another slave of pleasure, losing her adoptive child might be what breaks her.

"I am your mother Annabella, you should have no doubt of that." Ms. Gringale pleas with the girl and even manages to bend on her old, fragile knees. Her blonde hair whisking in her face, parted in bangs. She really is a filthy woman...

“No...You’re not...She's my mama!" Annabella exclaims and runs towards me, away from that adoptive scum of a witch. Ms. Gringale looks at her, momentarily shrugs," I am...in my ways...I'm more of a mother than that bitch who gave you up Anna." This breaks my heart, stings me like a wasp. I know I haven't been a mother figure in my child's life, but Annabella doesn't understand things right now. Maybe she will one day.