Forbidden Love

C H A P T E R 1

It happened all too quickly. We weren't ready. Now we live in fear; hiding in our homes and businesses. Our streets are crowded with Russian soldiers. Both my brothers were forced to join the army. My dad is held captive somewhere down south. So it's just me and my mom. Our dog ran away 4 years ago, when they came.

Mom had gotten weaker, for she had a deadly skin cancer. I fear she won't be getting better. She stays home all day now, lying in bed. I must pay the bills with working two jobs. I am a waitress at day and bartender by night. We walk everywhere; they took our cars. They thought it would cause trouble only the richest of the rich own cars. We live at the end of a street with a cul-de-sac. They have stuff set up there. So there is double the soldiers. I cook food for at least 10 of them each night. Not by choice, but they "kindly" ask for me to make them food.

They all look similar; short hair, clean shave-minus their leader, tan army clothing, and average of 6 feet. I hate walking by there little camp-out. Every single one of them glare at me. They look at me as though I am a deadly diseases.

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As I walk home on the dark, bleak and gloomy day, I round the corner of the street; marking the end of the road. I walk up the little hill and speed walk around the huge tent, avoiding all eye contact. As soon as my hand touches the doorknob, the door swings open and all I see is the tan uniform of a senior lieutenant. I quickly step aside, remembering the consequences that my brother faced. The next thing I knew I was laying on the porch with pain shooting up my arm. "Stay out of my way little girl" said a loud, deep and raspy voice. As soon as the boots left my face, I ran into the house. It was littered with soldiers. They were in my living room, my dining room and of course my kitchen, eating all of my hard earned food. I slip through the crowd up to my room. The only safe place. I stay there until it time to make dinner and get ready for my shift at the bar. After making dinner for 15, I put on my uniform and walk a mile to work. 5 hours later, 3 fights, and 8 puke clean-ups, I make my way home. Slide into bed and wake up the next morning to do it all again.

Exactly 2 weeks went by with the same routine; wake up, make breakfast for 10-20 men, walk 2 miles to work, get yelled at by customers, walk 2 miles back home, make dinner for 10-20 men, check on mom, walk a mile to work at the bar, clean puke off the counter, walk home check on mom again, go to bed. Today I woke with a gun shot outside, two. This meant that the neighborhood was to meet outside immediately. I walk to the large tent in slippers and my pj's not caring for my appearance. The same senior lieutenant that knocked me down was on a box looking over the 5 families that in my neighborhood and my lonely self. He stood there until everybody was was dead silent and stood absolutely still. He started talking about new soldiers coming into our little town. These ones spoke English, every soldier before only spoke Russian, with the exception of a few. Ten minutes through the speech I noticed a man standing not to far away from me. He stood tall and concrete. I can tell he is a new soldier because he is wearing a different uniform, and I have never seen him here before. I will admit he is rather handsome, chiseled features, light brown hair in a buzz cut, and dark green eyes. He glanced my way and I quickly adverted my eyes back to the lieutenant. However, his eyes remained on me. Probably laughing silently at my penguin pj's. As soon as the speech is done, I bolt back to my house to get ready for work. Quickly making eggs and bacon for the soldiers, I walk outside and head towards the diner.

Six hours later, I walk back home. Rounding near the large tent at the end of my street, I see the new soldier from this morning. As everybody else glares, he simply looks my way. My eye must be playing tricks on me because I think I saw the end of his mouth curl upwards. I shake my head and continue to my house. As usual, they are spread out all over my house. My head whips back at the sound of the door closing, it was him. The same man from this morning. We locked eyes for a few moments until there was a deafening sound coming from the living room. I turned and speed-walked that way. "Опять! Опять!" I didn't know what they were saying but I knew what was happening. They found my brothers old Xbox and was playing some action filled game. I knew I wasn't gonna be able to turn down the noise mostly because I didn't speak russian and few of them spoke english. Another reason I couldn't turn down the noise was because they would kill me if I tried. However, my luck was restored as I heard a smooth voice speak in russian. The men on the couch groaned then the volume was turned down to a bearable level. I turned and to my surprize, there he was again.

"ummm....." I didn't know what to say. It was like time was frozen; staring into his eyes and he stared back with his soft green eyes. He was a good foot and a half taller than me. I only was 5'3".

"What is your name?" His voice was smooth like chocolate.

"A-Annabell... what's yours?" My voice came out shaky.

"Zackery" he said with a kind smile.

Little did I realize that this moment was just the beginning of my forbidden love.

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Hannah here!!

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