My name is Annabelle. My last name isn't important. I'm seventeen and my angel is twelve.
And just to make one thing clear, this isn't their story, it's our story. Sarah and I, that's who this story belongs to. Not Alfred or Ivan or Yao or Feliciano or Ludwig or anyone of them. It's our story and that is the way I'll be telling it. And another thing, I only did this for her, for Sarah. She's a good kid, always trying to help everyone. Sweet as honey, as our mom use to say. And speaking of mom there's a few things about our home life that had a huge part in our story.
We left, we ran from our home, no not a home just a house, there was never a home there for us. We ran away. What choice would we have after the things that happened there? That man, he is, was and always will be one of the most…. I don't even have the words to describe him. He's an ass. He's a bastard. And when I can I will dance on his f**king grave. I hate him with all my heart.
So this is how the story goes, my father, my real father left after my mother gave birth to me. Then five years later she marries again to my step day and they have my amazing little sister, Sarah. I realize that we sound like a pretty normal family, and back then we were. But then about three years ago, our mother died. She was sick and it took her painlessly. Soon after her passing that man, Phil, (never dad, always just Phil) he turned violent. He would go out drinking every night and when he would come back, well saying that hell broke loose is an understatement. The first time it happened I stayed up waiting for him for hours, when he walked through the door I went off on him, asking where he had been, why he was out so late, and of the sort. And before I could finish the second question he came up to me and slapped me across the face. I fell back onto the floor and he quickly climbed on top of me and started to strangle me, whispering things about how I looked exactly like that bitch, how that he and I weren't related, how he could rape me and then kill me if he really wanted too. I panicked lashing out, I clawed, grabbed at and spit at anything I could, And Just as I was about to pass out, Sarah my sweet little angel, saved me. She walked out of her room asking about all the noise and he jumped off of me. I gasped for air thanking god for that little miracle. I sprang up and grabbed Sarah and ran us into her room, locking the door behind me. She looked at me innocently and asked what was going on, and I told her that if she was ever alone with him to find somebody, anybody, just as long as she wasn't alone with that bastard. As the years went on there were many times when he would abuse me, putting the butt of his cigarette out on me, burning my arms and legs, cutting my arms, stomach and legs, one time even down across my left eye trailing down my cheek. The scars are terrible, but I've made sure that he's never gotten the chance to hurt her.
Oh, by the way, call me bell.