My father and mother were never meant to be. They were forbidden by the people they were work for but they fell in love anyway. His names was James and my mother, Natasha. He was the instructor, her the trainee. Sometimes forbidden love is what makes the bond even stronger even if it was a hellhole of a life they lived.
December 19, 1956...
"Oh Natasha" my father groaned out, "That makes me feel..." he shuddered. "JAMES!" my mother groaned out of pure pleasure. Even thought they had felt pure enjoyment now they had no idea what would be the biggest fear and moment of their lives...
May 17, 1957... (5 months later)
"James I can't be, not in a place like this. They'll take her away from us. They'll ruin her lives. They'll make it hell..." my mother said.
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Hellhole
AcciónAt night people look up and see the bright moon, the majestic stars, the wolves howling. At night I look up and see pain, hear screams of agony, believe that I will never escape this dreaded life the world has broughton upon me. I'm stuck in a hell...
