------ WHAT WE HIDE ------ Elizabeth hasn't had an easy start to life. Her mother is gone and her father is never far from a bottle. Pain and loneliness is almost all she knows. Change is all she craves. Will she find the light at the end of the tunnel or will the darkness she hides consume her. ------ Warning : This story contains strong language, violence and sexual references. Don't like? Then don't read! WHAT WE HIDE © 2014 by Shayne Mendoza

Ana Moretti is a little different. On the outside she looks just like your typical but down to earth half italian beauty. But on the inside there's a raging storm of secrets, lies, confusion and a little bit of a hidden history she desperately wants to find, but to top it off she can do and see things normal people can't. She has unique abilities. Whether they are a gift or a curse she doesn't know and unfortunately it's not as easy as a simple google search to find out and unless she wants to get locked up or studied it's not something she can just talk to anyone about. To say she's just a normal teenager trying to figure herself out would defiantly be an understatement. But if she doesn't even know who or what she is, Is there anyone who does?

It felt like the end- but was it just the beginning? When Lilliana's life is flipped around, she finds her feelings go complete haywire through stress, anger, love, heartbreak, laughter, crying, and plenty of surprises! Little did she know it would change her life forever.....

Fifteen years. The number of normal every-day life. One day. The number of time when my life suddenly took a 180. 8000. The number of miles I was taken away from my home. Two. The number of parents I will never see again, Two weeks. The number of weeks I lived with kidnappers, rapists, and murderers. Three times. The number of times I lost my innocence to three different men. Four months. The number of months I lived a semi-normal but hectic life with practically strangers. Two. The number of children I carried Two. The number of times I was kidnapped. One week. The number of weeks I was held hostage. Thirty. The number of times I probably passed out or fainted. One hundred plus. The number of times I cried and felt sorry for myself. Six months. The number of months I waited until I got to see my children. Thirty seconds. The number of seconds it took before my life fully crumbled before my very eyes. A moment. How long it took for it all to start over again. Save Them, Please? *Sequel to 'Help Me, Please?*