I am a bad girl

My life is terrible I was kidnapped when I was 5 by a man named Ameial Fimba he is from Austria he tells me to call him Papa and nothing else other wise he will hurt me. My parents don't even notice that I am gone their have been no reports of a missing girl so I have given up hope. It has been 8 years today that I was taken I am now 13 I feel so alone. Papa isn't a nice person sure he tells me he loves me, he lets me go out to play, he gives me food and water, he buys me new clothes, he lets me listen to music and buys me phones, kindles, MP3 player, DVD's and music I love listening to Birdy she is my favourite singer ever. Sure that is all good but when I do something wrong that is when his true colours are revealed.

Their are so many things I am not aloud to do like I can't talk to anyone except him and his girlfriends he has had quite a few for as long as I can remember his last one was called Silvia she was lovely and so kind but it wasn't meant to be she wanted marriage and children but papa didn't want that he said he only wants one child and that is me. Anyway what else can't I do? I am not aloud to make a mess I have to clean up after myself, I can't make any loud noises after 7pm, I have to be in bed by 9pm luckily I go to sleep very fast, I have to be home by 7pm, when I leave the house I can't go any further than up to the doctors which isn't that far away but I can still go to the park. Their are so many other things I am not loud to do but I am sure you will find those things out in the story. Also if I break these rules its punishment time not a nice thing really I don't like it but I have gotten used to it.

I guess I should introduce myself my name is Hazel Fimba, I know I had to change my surname my last name before I came here was Scott, Hazel Adele Scott was my name now it is Hazel Adele Fimba, papa had it changed along with my passport Hazel Scott is gone it is now Hazel Fimba. I am 13 my birthday is on March 19th I am so close to being 14 a few weeks then it will be my birthday. Papa is so nice on my birthday he buys me some lovely things and and he makes me some lovely food things like mini sausages on a stick,OK he buys those but it is still nice, he makes me cakes, pizza, sweets like lollipops, jelly beans and chocolate their is so much to eat that day that I feel sick afterwards but it is worth it. Last year for my 13th he bought me a beautiful black dress with a pair of hight heels he told me "You are turning into a lovely young lady now, soon you will be wanting a job and here is some clothes to make you look presentable" when I turn 7 he brought me a lovely yellow dress it was very big but he said you will grow into it he also told me that every year I want you to wear this because this is your birthday dress and he said once you grow out of it he will buy me a new one it fits perfectly now but I am starting to grow fast I am about five foot two which is quite tall for a 13 year old.

As for my hobbies the 4 things I love to do is draw pictures, sing, dancing and write stories I read them to papa he says they are amazing. I drew a picture when I was 6 of me and him together in front of the house with my imaginary  pet cat I ask papa if I can have one he said maybe which in a way means no I still ask now I tell papa I would take good care of it I would feed it, I would change its cage out I would look after it one day while I was begging him for a cat he told me "you should become a lawyer you make very good arguments, let me think about it"
I stopped asking him after I turned 13 I started to prove to him that I could look after a cat so I did things around the house like I started cleaning the house while he was working he would come home very impressed, I loved making him proud I didn't want him to be angry at me so I did whatever he said.

So that is my life so far this is my story of my life.