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Nala 's life has always been filled with terror and doubt, spending most of her life in the underground world. She finally decides to take her freedom back from her captors and run away. Which leads to disaster and a wide range chase for her. She...
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This past memory is really dark so if you're sensitive please don't read!!
Past
I'd been ready with the knife. Waiting for him to come. I laid under the covers in nothing but a bra without underwear as he instructed. I was ready to kill that motherfucker. I laid the direction he'd instructed me to be in every night by me laying on my back, pretending to sleep.
Every night my foster mother would leave to work he would come on to me. He gave me my orders and I was forced to follow them for as long as I can remember. My only lines to do were to admire him.
As some time past my door burst open, as he made his way over to me ripping the sheets off of me, he pursued me but this time the cold knife came slowly from under the pillow and was buried in his stomach. I looked up at his dumb ass surprised eyes and gave it a twist for good measure. I shoved him as he rolled to one side, I'd been trapped under his bulk way too many times already.
He groaned his blood oozed out of his chest and mouth staining the carpet dark red, his skin started to turn paper pale as the light left his eyes.
I soon came to my senses and relies on
I was a murderer.
My door opened once again and there Stood my foster mother
I opened my mouth to speak but nothing would come...
*Though out the story there will be chapters of Lucas and Nalas past memories, they will be helpful for future chapters so you're not confused.*
