|Anabella's POV|
"Anabella!"
A cold chill runs through my spine hearing him scream my name searching all over my room to find me.
Sweat glued tendrils of my hair on my face contribute little to my immense discomfort from my position, crouched under my the tiny table.
Putting my palm over my mouth, I hold back a whimper threatening to escape, I can't take another one, I had thought he would allow me to heal before coming back for me, but going by his screams, sure of getting a double dose beatings.... By a man I'm supposed to call father.
It doesn't matter that this has happened time without number, it still manages to get the same reaction out of me.
Cowardice, fear
I know, and I have come to terms with the fact that no matter how far I go, how fast I run, there is a hundred percent certainty that he would find me, so I just let it come and go.
The only reason I have the courage to try, is given the power outage in town and his drunken state- the odds are in my favor.
Once my eyes get ajusted to the darkness, I watch as his silhouette paces back and forth with clumsy strides tripping on almost every thing possible, he screams again...
"Anabella! You know better than to hide from me, you know no matter where you go,I will find you... You're only making this fun for me" He pauses in the middle of the room, I can hear the smile in his words, the sadistic smile.
My heart beats harder against my chest, I fight back a whimper of fear once again, tears of fear rush down uncontrollably.
He starts walking again, this time heading my direction under the table right beside the bed I feel my heart threatening to escape from my ribcage.
Then unexpectedly and by God a miracle, he trips on his own foot! Landing heavily on the bed, causing it to creak dangerously under his weight.
I wait- for something... anything, but there's nothing, at all- just graveyard silence which scares me more ways than possible.
Moments later, I hear his snores.
He fell asleep,
I let out the breath I had been holding, for a few seconds, I focus on catching my breath.
He must have been really drunk to fall asleep so easily. This once again assures me that I am not alone. Slowly crawl out of my position, careful not to make any sounds although I know he'll probably be knocked out until the tomorrow morning.
Take no chances.
I've learnt that the hard way in life.
I, as stealthily as possible take out one out of the two tiny bags under my bed containing my pills, I quickly shove in some clothes and a thin blanket, the best I have.
I quickly sneak out of the room through the window, taking with me a the bag and a flashlight to my safe heaven in times like these..... The room right next to mine.
There's no risk of anyone catching me, no body has lived here for the past five years since we moved in.
As soon as I get in I take a long look at it with the aid of my flashlight, it's the only accessible room since the window has been left open the rest of the rooms are locked probably by the original owner.
The room has grown quite dusty since the last time I've been here, I make a mental note to clean it as soon as I can.
I spread my thin blanket on the floor, take my pill and as quickly fall into a dreamless drugs induced slumber.
••••
Ethan's POV|
They'd found us, I don't know how but they did, but thankfully someone gave warned us before they could get to us.
We fled,
So we're moving... again, but not to far away as they would expect my mother found a small remote town nearby.
Hopefully we'll stay longer this time.
I have friends almost all over the world,... That should be a good thing? It's not.
The only person that has really lasted is my mother, my only true companion.
I can't help but feel frustrated as I drive my mother and I to our new home- can I call it home? We'll be gone before we can fully settle in, that's for sure.
Oh joy. Note the sarcasm.
Why did they have to be so curious? I wish I had a normal life like every one else- but that's not possible thanks to those god-damned people.
You're asking, aren't you afraid.... You know, running away from bad guys and stuff.
Nah, this has been going on for as long as I recall, although it costs some dear lives, I grew up to it- you could say I'm not scared of death but of being alone....ah I'm being cheesy! I hate cheesy stuff.
The worst part though Is that I don't even know who or what were runnings from, I only know we have something they want and no matter how many times I ask my mom to just give whatever it is up her answer is always the same.
"I can't, there's too much at stake"
All through the journey we met each others eyes many times, we silently agreed
Don't you dare die,or else I'll die with you.
•••••
In the morning, I was rudely awakened by mother dearest, and it was only Five!!. We packed our bags which includes one back pack each.
It's a thirty minutes drive from the hotel we had spent the night in.
All the houses we've lived are always left with most of our clothes and all our furniture were too in a hurry to pack and we can't have them moved for the risk of the wrong knowing our whereabouts.
We just order new ones, money isn't our problem anyway.
The last of the tension that hung in the air yesterday vanishes leaving in its wake an oh so familiar excitement on my mothers part.
"I can't wait to start redecorating" she says hardly sitting still on her chair.
"Mum you say that every single time" I deadpan, but she ignores me and goes on and on about what type of curtain she'd use this time and yada yada yada.
I just tune her off, she's into fashion designing but hasn't worked for years.
I start to think of what to do with my new life, seeing we plan to stay longer which means we'll have to work harder to keep our identity a secret
•••••
When we get to our house, the house owner is already there at the front door with a weird grin the size of Russia, we must be his first tenants in years, my mother, too excited to care just snatched the keys and ran inside with me closely behind.
While the man kept blabbing about the rooms and their locations, we saw them online!!.
Some essential furniture had been ordered already, the rest are up to my mom. As soon as we drop our bags, my mother starts going on and on about which colour of carpet will complement the wall, curtains... Blah blah blah.
I leave her to it and head upstairs to find my room. I open them one by one in search of Goldilocks "just right"
This should be mums... Nah too tiny, too pink, this should be it.
I open it with a loud bang, yup... This is it.
It's pretty big, I don't bother turning on the light, the illumination from the window provides enough light as I patrol the room deciding which position would be best for what, even if I Know my mom will eventually have the final say.
Then suddenly I trip ....on a bag ? And I go crashing down, I land on something...
What's this.... So hairy, I wonder as I spit hair out of my mouth.
Then it screams!
"Aaaaaaaah"
Then I scream.
A/N: Previously published as Shackle but lost access to that account.
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