The place

(1). Where it all began....

Esther POV ^^^

Esther Pierre is my name, and I just turned 18. I also just graduated High school, My mom died in a car crash and I have no one now. When my mom was still alive, she told me that we have family in Haiti. So I saved up some money of my own and what I inherited from my mom. So, I took a Gap year off a college and moved to Haiti. I spontaneously moved to a country where I don't know anyone. When my mother was pregnant with me, she moved to America, she said that she was keeping us safe. I didn't know what she was talking about but I was about to find out 

So, I guess I'm just hoping that I can find people who knew my mother or if I could find my family.

When I arrived in the country I tried to check into my hotel room but they said that I was too early. So, I found a little cafe and ordered a tea. There was a guy standing there that just kept staring at me. He was young, no older than 21, I think. Dark hair, green eyes, his hair was curly but his skin was the shade of light brown. I felt some sort of tension between me and him but I brushed it off and paid for my tea and walked away. When I walked out of the coffee shop I saw his older woman, the same color skin as the man in the coffee shop, with long silver hair but her eyes were light brown.

"You look exactly like an old friend named Esther" the older lady said my name.

"That's strange, That's my name and my grandmothers"

"Esther pierre?" she asked, The look on her face turned from curiosity to dreadful fear. I was like she already knew the answer to her own question.

"You may not understand what i'm about to say but I need you to trust me. Your last name can bring danger to you" she warned. Part of me wanted to believe her but my common sense was directly interfering. I just met this lady, I don't even know her name.

"You need to come with me," she said trying to point me in the direction of a white van.

"No I'm good I can protect myself" I pushed her hand off of me and took a step back. I watched her start to fidgety, I was facing the street and two men were walking towards. One was walking toward from across the street and the other was coming from my left side.

"I tried, I-I tri-ed, Tr-reid" The lady began to babble. I started to walk back to the coffee shop. The guy that was inside of the coffee shop came out. I kept walking towards the coffee, I thought If I could just make it inside I would be safe.

"Come with me, I can keep you safe" call me stupid but I did it. I followed a complete stranger hoping he could keep me safe. He directed me to a car but I was starting to get a bad feeling about following him. He was holding my wrist, I tried to get out of his grasp but it only got tighter.

"Let me go!!" I began to panic.

"I'm trying to help you." He struggled to get me under control.

"Please" I begged.

I kicked and screamed "let me go! Helpppp!!!" But no one was around to hear.

Then there was blackness that consumed me.

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Do you think Esther's mom's death was an accident?

Hey guys, I know this Chapter is short but because I have some much time on my hand I update Quick. This is my third published book and I'm excited for you guys to read it. My other book is called Parks and smith. If you see an error point it out and let me know. Tell me what you think about the book!!! I usually put questions at the end of my chapter I would really like it if you would answer.