HIM OR HIM... Who do I trust
-Black, Light, Black, Light- was all I could see trying to figure out were to go and were to turn while running down the narrow corridor toward my escape. - I can't see him but I could feel his presence- the feeling was unlike anything I could have ever felt, like a sharp, pounding pain in my stomach. I kept running as fast as my feet would allow me. I could see the exit literary two feet away, my hands stretched out automatically in front of me reaching for the knob. Me being cocky and confident that I was getting the HELL out of her I let my guarded down and didn't notice the figure lurking in the shadows. As I was about to exit and have my freedom back I was yanked back and pined up against the wall. Not wanting to believe what happen I closed my eyes as tightly as possible.-Okay open your eye it cant be real, open them- I kept telling my self but my eyes wouldn't listened to my command. I could smell his cologne I couldn't help my self and inhale his scent. I finally opened my eyes and came face to face with the sexiest and breath taking emerald green eyes. 'YOU'RE MINE' he said, while taking me back to were I was kept.
Hi my name is ANGEL I'm 18 and a senior. I'm about 5'5 long wavy brown hair I have the body of an hour glass. Meaning curvy in the right places, I also have green eyes with flakes of blue. The male population considers me what you might call "HOT, SEXY, etc" I consider myself to me average looking. I have a mom that I adore but she could be a little crazy some times. I got my figure from her and brown hair, but the eyes I got from my dad.
My life was perfect until one Friday night I came home to see the entire house emptied and a large moving truck outside.
'MOM' I shouted as loud as possible 'MOM' I kept shouting
'What's all that screaming for Angel' my mom said in a calm tone
'where is all the furniture and the rest of the house' I asked knowing it was all in the truck outside my house
'well honey its in the truck outside' mom said making fun of the fact that it was pretty obvious
'I know were it is what I meant to say was, why is it in the truck' I said as comely as possible not wanting to scream at her
'honey were moving to Los Angeles' as soon as those words came out of her mouth, my mouth dropped and if it were possible it would be hitting the floor right about now
'WHAT, NO you can't so this to me' I said anger flaring in my eyes but what happened next shocked me -I was crying I never cry what's wrong whit me Angel pull your self together girl- I said to my self
'OHHH honey everything is going to be okay, you'll see you're going to like California ' she said will rubbing her hand soothingly against my back.
'come on honey we have to go or were going to miss our flight' mom said. - I can't believe were living why would she do this to me, she didn't even give me time to say my goodbyes to all my friends. What's going too happened when we arrive to LA? Were we going to stay? How is it going to be? But the one that kept playing over and over in my head was Why is she doing this?-
We arrived to the airport just in time for our flight we cheeked in and went straight to plain. We were seated and took off; I kept thinking of what was happening and started to remember what happened years ago.
Me and my mom have moved before, but that was when my dad died in a tragic and unexplainable accident. She was so paranoid and kept saying we had to leave that we were in danger. I was only 5 at the time and couldn't understand what was going on. One night I was fast asleep when my mom came to my room shaking me violently.
'Angel wake up honey we have to go' she whisper to me
'I'm tiered mommy, I was dreaming with daddy' I said in a winey voice
