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**A girl, Alora, kidnapped from her family by her own mother, when she was only one years old. Her family was distraught and heartbroken, wondering if they would ever see their missing princess**
**"Alora, stop! We won't hurt you, I promise!" Someone called.
I stopped running, and whipped around.
It was my brothers.
They looked perfectly calm, while I was wheezing and puffing my lungs out.
Stupid Asthma!
"Y-y-y-yes you w-w-will." I stuttered, some from nerves and some from being out of breath.
"No we won't." A different brother said, stepping forward.
I turned to look at him.
My lungs felt like they were about to Burst, I needed my inhaler!
I ignored my brothers, as I quickly started to rummage through my bag. Where was it?!?!
"It's right here Alora." One of my brothers said.
I looked up confused.
He had my inhaler in his hand.
How the fu*k did he get it?!
"P-p-p-please." I stuttered.
I needed my inhaler, now.
"Come and get it." He said, smirking.
My brows furrowed.
"Y-y-your g-gonna o-over power m-me." I wheezed.
He nodded.
"It's us and the inhaler, or no inhaler and more running just for us to catch you in the end." **
She hated them.
They loved her with everything in them.
The universe truly has a sick way of telling you it's there, doesn't it? From being kidnapped to being abused, that was all Arabella saw in life. It was all she ever knew. They tell you to keep fighting but sometimes you realize... you were just a child.
Now she's built herself up using her pain as the next step to her strength. She's learnt how to strive forward even as her past haunts her mind crawling up her back every passing second.
That is until the first 7 people who only ever brought her pain find their way back into her life. She has no way to let go of her past when they come right back to her.
The world showed her no mercy in it's ways so why should she.
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I let out a small sigh wanting more of this. I wanted to be held like this whenever I felt broken. Feel the way he puts me back together in his arms. It ate at my heart and I could have sworn I felt a feathery kiss on my head. It was as if he could hear my thoughts and was kissing them away for me. Slowly he lets one hand go, the other staying around me as he brings my chin up to him gently wiping my last tears as more fill my eyes. He sees this and his eyes look... crumbled.
If you feel this way then why can't you choose me, Dominic.
I shake my head from his hands wishing to step back but he pulls me back to him a pain filled groan leaving him.
"Just one more minute. Please." His body shook and I brought him closer, feeling our pain become one. Our hurricanes of minds pull away even for the smallest time letting us stand together as one in each other's embrace.
He was it for me. But I wasn't his.