Being thrown away in the garbage in a dark alleyway in London when she was only a baby, she should have died that day... But she didn't.. instead, a man saved her. He brought her in and saved her, fed her, bathed her, raised her and more importantly...
an: hey this is not very important but I was just thinking this girl just suited Breanna so much more. what do you guys think?
familiar faces
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My eyes fluttered open and I found myself glancing around the room in panic. Relief flooded through me once I realized I am safe. I looked down to Bruno slightly cringing. He had drool on the corner of his mouth and he was quietly snoring. I giggled lightly shaking my head. he can be such a buff head sometimes. My thoughts ran straight back to the events of what just happened. The memories, the voices, the pain, the tears, the screams. Everything came back to me. I don't think it will ever leave me. I don't think mike and Margaret will ever leave me.
I can't help wondering about them. Are they rotting in jail? Is mike victimising another person? Do they I know I told my family? Do they know that I told them the secret? Will, they hurt me? or worse will they hurt my family? My mouth went dry just at the thought of my family in danger. I hate thinking about it, I hate thinking about them in the mafia. I just want my family to be safe. I got out of bed putting bubbles down next to Bruno then wrapping my pink blanket around myself.
As I walked downstairs I heard soft low voices which made me confused. As well as all the lights were on. Why is everyone awake in the middle of the night. I walked down into the lounge room expecting to be greeted by Dad and my three eldest brothers and maybe the twins. But instead, I saw a group of tall buff tattooed scary men all standing over 6ft. I stopped in tracks feeling myself grow small. Memories flooded back to Mike and the group of men in London.
"B-Breanna?" My thoughts were interrupted by an old familiar voice and I looked up feeling myself grow pale as I look at the person.
"r-Ryan." We both stood completely still with our jaws dropped as we stared at each other. I can't believe it. Here stood my best friend from London in MY living room in California. Before I could say or he could say something my three brothers turned into protective mode and stood in front of me shielding me away.
