Hey this is my second story on here but this is the first that I'll continue. So sorry if m grammar sucks.
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Prologue
I remember watching my house lighting up in flames as I was dragged away. My parents were still in there… My 8 year old mind couldn't coup with what was going on around me.
Since both my hands were being held by my captives I couldn't hide my already tear stained face. I could feel something in my pajama pocket and remembered: Tomorrow would be my birthday. They had given me a present to open as soon as I woke up. More tears rushed down my face and I began to sob.
They dropped my arms and I immediately tried to run back to my burning home. Before I could even make it to my feet one of them kicked me down. Almost immediately I heard a snap. I looked up trying not to cry even more. The man that had kicked me had a large beard framing his face and his eyes seemed full of fiery rage.
"Don't even THINK about running," A wad of spit landed next to my head. ", slut."
Out of instinct I tried to gasp. To my ears that word was a curse. "M-mommy says that's a b-bad word…"
"Well mommy's not here, is she? That's because she's-" His sentence was cut off by the flashing of red and blue lights down the street. The man reached out to grab me but his companion quickly grabbed his arm, pulling him in the other direction.
"There is no time!" He yelled as the disappeared into the dark.