Four years ago.
The girl fleetingly listens to the commotion in her father's voice and curiosity flares inside her. The fact that they left Sparta to come to the capital troubled her from the beginning, but none of her parents dared give her the answer she craved.
<<'ll be there in ten >> says her father whispers, raising curiosity in her. She hides better behind the wall of the room they rented in this hotel unknown to her and observes her father's figure wearing his coat, opening the door. She looks back for a while, discerning the shadow of her mother who is still in the bathroom wearing her clothes. So she decides to do something too reckless for her, a follow-up. The 14-year-old's little fingers wrap the golden doorknob and she digs out of the room. She starts running to catch up with him and for good luck he continues his journey on foot, not by car, as the little one thought. The tall trees and of course the endless darkness help her to remain invisible in the eyes of her father, who after ten minutes is in a remote alley. The girl's heart just faces a few feet away from a young man, pounding hard. Fear wraps her like a vise, and she barely swallows so she won't be heard.
Her father stands in front of him, with his hands in his pockets, starting a conversation that she can't hear. She hides her small body behind the thick trunk of the tree she found and looks at the alana with only one car and two people opposite her father. A desire to run to his side is born preparing her to go to his side when two fingers get tangled in her wrist by sticking her in the carcass of the tree. A sobbing sobbing comes out of her lips and looks at her mother's stern expression.
<< Mom>> exclaims startled and her orange-haired woman shuts her mouth so she won't talk.
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And unfortunately the spectacle shocks her. One young man holds the pistol and starts running in terror, while the other looks at them stunned. His face remains etched in her childhood memory as he also leaves the room, with the girl rushing to her fallen parents.
She kneels next to them and then observes their caught hands. Their heads are scratched as they both look at their only daughter. Tears don't take long to visit the eyes of all three as blood from her father's belly and her mother's chest gushes. They only have a few minutes.
<< My Princess..>> hardly articulates her father as the little one falls gently into his arms with the sobs released from her mouth. She can't believe that this is true, that this is all happening in her own reality.
<< Stay strong, baby>> her mother whispers as Yvonne looks at her with tears on her cheekbones. She doesn't want to lose them, she doesn't want to be alone.
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To the present day.
Yvonne catches better the handle of her suitcase, which stole from the orphanage and looks better at the gate guarding the huge two-storey house inside. The guard inside the glass small chamber outside the courtyard of the house observes her from top to bottom. Her ripped jeans look long-worn. A poor girl, that's her picture.
<< The lady said to pass. Follow the stone path and you will find the road..>> addresses her with the demotion in his language and looks at her once again without interest. She presses a button and the gate is split in two to pass. Indeed thick stones, perfectly straight direct it to the front door of the villa. Many beautiful, manicured shrubs fill the landscape and grass green even now in the heart of winter.
She better closes the half-lost zipper of her frayed black cardigan as her warmth can't raise the temperature on her body. The cold is too much. She takes a deep breath and watches for a while the carbon dioxide leave her body to become a small swirl in the icy atmosphere. It's like she's smoking.
She forms a fist and without more thought knocks on the wooden, huge door. After a minute an impressive woman, probably the lady of her house offers a view of the beautiful house. Her black hair falls to her shoulders in elaborate curls and her brown eyes lend a warmth that the girl hadn't felt since her mother was alive. She barely places the mask she's been making all these years and smiles tenderly at the woman opposite her.
<< You must be the girl I've been waiting >> She tells her with a smile, and Yvonne nods.
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<< I told you that from now on you'd be staying with us. Well, let me show you your room and the house in general.>> continues to remain smiling, happy to have another young girl to look after and leads her away from the hallway which in the meantime has left and right of a door.
<< the doors we passed are for the basement. One has the gym and the other has the heated pool. My kids love them both>> she laughs alone, struggling to change the uncomfortable climate, but Yvonne doesn't make a move to bend the corners of her lips. All she thinks about is the riches these people have.
They turn right and then observe the large living room with the golden sofas and beautiful pillows adorning them. A Plasma TV against the beige wall and the console on the small glass table, with the jar on it. Red roses hugging it.
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