Above: The big pair during WWI
What does she mean? One of my siblings or parents isn't dead? Who? How? It's impossible, She's got to be lying to me, I was lucky to have gotten out, But the though that Mama or Papa could be alive or one of my sisters or Baby consumes my thoughts as I sit against the wall, Feeling like I'm going to throw up, I'm never usually nervous, But the thought of my family being alive "Who? Who is it?" I press, I just want to sleep, My family will be so disappointed in me after they've find out what I've done "Why should I tell you?" She takes a flask out of her boot, Drinking? For a child? "Don't do that, We have to get to England, We'll be safe and I'll find whoever they are. Since you won't tell me." I take the flask from her as she levels the knife at my throat, "I thought we had a deal." I put my hands up, I can't be killed by a twelve year old, I have to play this carefully, I have to find who is alive and we'll be safe, One Of English cousins will help when I get there. I don't trust Uncle Georgie as far as I can throw him, He made false promises he couldn't upkeep "Then don't touch what's mine." She takes it back from and lowers the knife "Now will you tell me?" I don't retreat, Instead I stare her straight in the eye, I'm not going to back down from this by shrinking back like a wet cat "I don't know!" She snarls at me and pushes me back sending me tumbling back into a pile of hay "That was unnecessary." I stand up and dust myself off, Towering over her and sit down against the cold steel wall and shut my eyes listening to my own deep breathing and the sound of the rain on the tin roof
I wake up to a sharp pain in my side, Anna kicking me with a cigarette Falling out of her mouth, I would have been killed if I had showed her behavior "What is it?" I push myself up off the ground, I need a fresh pair of clothes "I found a cart, Someone will take us to the coast and there we'll go to England." She kicks me in the side again and walks out of the barn, We have to get through a cart ride, A boat ride, Get through the whole of France and then another boat ride to England. I sigh and he off the ground, I don't care. I'll do it. I can't stay here, England is one of the most powerful countries while Italy isn't. If the royals here didn't take me straight to the Bolsheviks they could be easily overrun. I pull my hood over my head and get in the bumpy cart, Starting our long journey.
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Ficción históricaWhat if the story of the Romanovs Execution is false? What if it never happened at all? Just Bolshevik Propaganda. Told from the Romanovs Perspective.