Never Letting Go. (Sequel to Til Death Do Us Part.)

36. Respect Your Elders

~Annabelle's P.O.V

My mom was back at that big building where kids like me go to learn new things and play on colorful equipment to keep us all healthy. She was stuck inside of it with my old babysitter, Deardra, and a large man who looked like my Auntie Elizabeth. She had blue eyes and blonde hair and his hair and eyes were brown. Like my Aunt Eleanor's, but they were both prettier than he is.

I was outside, walking around the big trees and leafy bushes, trying to find my way home or to my daddy. I didn't know where he was, but I saw him with my Aunts and Uncles, when Deardra threw me into the back of a van and locked the doors. He had to have heard me yelling for him because I was really loud and was banging on the window.

That's something my mommy taught me. When and if I were to be grabbed by someone, I should kick and scream for help. She says that people will come for me because I'm really really young and I'm going to be small compared to whoever it was who thought it was okay to grab me without thinking it through. She also told me that if they tried to touch me in a bad way that I should bite them or punch them as hard as I could and they would let me go long enough to run away and find a person who could get me somewhere safer.

It was cold, so I hugged myself to get warmer and continued to walk over logs and branches that were on the ground. It was dark, but the sun was starting to show. I was only in my Hello Kitty pajamas and slippers, but I didn't have my socks that matched it all, on. I didn't have any time to grab any of my stuff. Like my bear or my brother and sister, Claire and Mark.

I know that they're not really related to me by DNA, but I thought of them that way because we grew up together. Our mommies and daddies would switch up watching us when they had to or when we drove them out of their minds. Claire and Mark are only babies and I knew that they were scared when Deardra was pulling me away from them. They didn't have my grandma anymore because she was killed. There was blood on her face and a hole in her forehead.

The mean lady, Deardra did it and I told her that my mom and dad and their friends would come for me. They would hurt her for what she did to grandma Anne and her boyfriend and my daddy's sister, Gemma. Deardra just laughed at me and blamed my thoughts on the reason that I was six. I'm not six, I'm nine and I bet my mommy is loose, from that stuff, right now and hurt her just like I promised she would.

"There you are, Anna."

I stopped and turned around to see the large man who had been hurting my mom.

"Come to your grandpa, sweetheart? I won't hurt you."

I knew that he was lying to me because if he hurt my mommy then nothing would stop him from hurting me too.

"Leave me alone or else." I warn, backing up.

He was walking toward me and he had his hand out, reaching to grab me. I smacked his hand away and he wagged his finger in front of my face.

"Now, that's no way to treat an adult," He says, getting smaller to look at me, eyes first.

"Didn't your pathetic mommy teach you to respect your elders?" He laughs.

I narrowed my eyes at him and poked my bottom lip out, getting on my tippy toes. My hands balled up and I was getting mad at him.

"My mommy is going to kill you and your girlfriend." I say.

The man tilted his head to the side.

"Who says?" He asked.

"Just you wait and see. You'll be sorry you ever messed with my family. My mommy and daddy are stronger than you think them to be." I reply, taking a step back.