CHAPTER 1 ::
Alondra's POV :
"Baby girl can you do me a favor?" I remember like it was yesterday my father's calm voice talking to me in Portuguese. This memory is from many, many, many, years ago. Back then I didn't speak English at all.
We continue to speak in Portuguese.
"What is it daddy?" I answered him with another question. He was sitting on his favorite sofa resting after a day of hard work. I couldn't see his face because I was behind his sofa. I can hear the voices of my little siblings playing somewhere in the house.
"Can you pick some carrots? Your mom needs some for the casserole she's making," He said and boy did his voice sounded tired.
"I'm on my way," I happily replied leaving the house. I bent to grab a small basket that was on the floor next to the house door. We always use this basket to carry the harvest. I pulled myself up after grabbing the basket and right there is when I saw It.
A creature with appearance of a man in his latest fifties is standing in front of my house. A chill ran through my spine I have never felt this scare. He was looking at me with such sick eyes. I'm not stupid this man wants something from me. My first thought was to run back into my house but I fear that this man would hurt my family. Maybe I'm just paranoid, I thought and did my best to ignore him. I walked all shaky to my patio to pick those carrots my dad was asking for. I gave my back to the sick man...that was the biggest mistake of my life.
Someone push me to the ground I sure ate grass and dirt. A hand, I think, grabs my long black and curly hair and pulls it hard to the side making my entire head move exposing my neck. Everything happened so fast I didn't even have time to scream before I felt a sharp pain in my neck. Soon the pain was gone and all I felt was this tickling sensation inside me.
(Back then I didn't realized the pain I felt was when his ugly fans stab me and the tickling sensation was the flush of my blood under my skin running to my neck leaving me as It suck and suck.)
I drop the basket out of my hands and I try with all my strength to get away from whatever was hurting me but I couldn't. Gosh I couldn't! Slowly I lost my conscience.
I woke up in such a comfy bed the room was immense. I didn't like the decoration though it was too dark and sinister. Where am I? I asked myself confuse. I sat in bed and looked at my dirty dress I ran a hand through my hair it was all tangled. What happened to me?
I started to recall what happened something attack me when I was going to get some carrots. And then I think...I passed out?
I quickly stand from the bed in shock when reality hit me. Oh it hit me hard! I have been kidnapped...by that old sick man.
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The present ::
I don't know why I'm always remembering that horrible, horrible day. Who am I kidding? I know exactly why I remember because... the happy life I had next to my family was torn away by my now husband Sandro Cultrera.
:( Poor Alondra what a mess keep reading to find out what happens... Ignore the grammar mistakes please I'm not American.
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