В листовке напишут: Ярослава Фролова, 12 лет. Приметы: на вид 10-11 лет, рост 142 сантиметра, худощавого телосложения, кожа загорелая, волосы прямые, светло-русые, стриженные под горшок. Лицо овальное, глаза большие, темно-зеленые. На левом запястье маленький шрам от пореза. На правой щеке родинка. На коленке большой синяк. Была одета в белую футболку с изображением куклы "Барби", красные шорты, на ногах - серые кроссовки фирмы "Nike". Утром 21 августа вышла из дома по адресу улица Блинова, 5, домой не вернулась.
В листовке напишут: помогите найти. Поставят три восклицательных знака. Прикрепят к ней мою фотографию из семейного альбома, а после размножат эту листовку на сотни ее клонов, пришпилят их к каждому столбу, уголку объявлений, фасаду магазина. И я, Яся, буду смотреть с этих листовок на прохожих. Им будет казаться, что на своих фотографиях я улыбаюсь как-то загадочно, выгляжу как-то печально, а в моих больших зеленых глазах прячется тайна.
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Will she ever forgive them for abandoning her?
Will they ever be able to unveil her secrets?
Where was she for all those years?
This is story of a girl who was abandoned by her brothers when she was seven. Now, after 9 years, her brothers brought her back home. How will she deal with them, simultaneously dealing with the terrors that haunt her every night?
Sneak Peak-
Once we were out, I stopped and turned to face my blood relatives and said, "Okay, now that I am out you don't need to act anymore. Now, you guys can go back to your house and pretend that this never happened. I will go to my house and will make sure that we will not cross each other's path, even by accident."
I was about to turn back when Ezekiel held my elbow, stopping me on my track. I immediately snatched my hand back glaring at him and said,
"Do not ever touch me again." His eyes showed an emotion of hurt that I am sure I read incorrectly because one thing that Kensington brothers are incapable of was getting hurt by any outsider. And that was what I was. An outsider.
Sensing the tension in the atmosphere Aldric took it upon himself to say whatever his brother was about to.
"You are going with us." He spoke.
One thing about Aldric Kensington was that once he has made his mind, there is nothing in this world that can change his decision. This is the very quality of his that made my life a living nightmare, and this is exactly why I hate him more than any of my brothers.
"Let's go Athaliah," Ezekiel said this time.
That name. No one has called me by that name in six years. "My name is Zahra," I corrected and continued, "And I am not going with you."
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