Author's Note: I started this story on Wattpad about four years ago..So I will admit the first few chapters are shit.. They are edited to the best of my abilities, but the chapters near the end are at least better. I don't care for criticism simply because I only write for fun; it's not something I take seriously. But anyway, I hope you enjoy!

Prologue

Elsa's P.O.V

Even being at the age of 7, I wasn't dumb. I knew what it meant to be touched the wrong way. And I knew grown ups were not supposed to do that.. touch little kids I mean. That was something I learned from my mother.

She would always tell Anna and me that. She would always say: If a stranger comes up to you and tries to talk to you, walk away. If the stranger tries to follow you, call for help.

And then my father would always pitch in and say: Because daddy would never let anyone take my little girls from me. Daddy would go... crazy! He'd say this and take me and Anna in his arms and snuggle us close. And my mom would always smile and join in.

It was moments like that I missed. Just the little things. When mother would wake us up extra early before school to make us eggs, waffles and bacon. And on really special days, we'd get pancakes. It all seemed as though it would last forever.

But like all good things, it must always meet its end. When I was 13 and Anna just 8, our world fell to pieces.

We got the call during school. We were taken out of our classes by the school officials and were met with police officers in the school lobby.

Anna and me were both confused when a really nice lady came up to us. And what she told us next, I knew, would stick with us forever.

I am sorry to inform you, dears.. that your parents have died in a car accident. They were on their way to the grocery store when a truck hit them from the side. I am so sorry.

So, that's where it started. We left school and had to leave our home. Unfortunately for us, we had no kin. So we were first placed in a group home.

I remember it like it was yesterday. It was hot. I remember being up at night, tossing and turning, sweat all over me. Besides the heat, there was always something going on. There was always some girl screaming. Someone always fighting.

Therefore, I always kept Anna by my side.

Everyone here had their own story, their own troubles, I understood that. But I knew I was not going to let anyone mess with Anna. Of course, people came at me, but I never flinched. I had to stay strong for Anna.

But there was one time where one girl, short and chubby, had the nerve to call Anna a red headed freak. I heard Anna sniffle and that was it. The girl was rewarded with a punch in the face.

After that, our social worker knew this wasn't the right place for us. She found what she thought was the perfect foster home. It had a mother and a father, and they had a son. They seemed really nice.

Or so we thought. I remember our first night there. Me and Anna had separate rooms, which was new for me. I remember being half asleep when I heard the door open with a creak and harsh footsteps fill the room.

Who's there? I remember asking. I hardly remember him telling me his name. I had long forgotten. I made myself forget. All I knew was that he was the father of the house. What do you want? I had asked in a polite voice. One thing I'll never forget is his answer.

I want you.

That was the most painful night of my life. He had taken away something that was very special to me. Something I had wanted to keep, I wanted to lose it when I found someone I loved, I wanted to give it away to them on my wedding night.

But it was taken away. Stolen from me. It was like that for months on end. You better be good for me or I'll do this to your little sister. I remember his threat. It still rings through my ears while I sleep most nights. And I had always let him do what he pleased, for Anna's sake. I knew there was nothing I could say or do. No one would believe me.

Anna and I lived there for almost a year before we were placed in another home. I knew by then not to trust anyone by the cover which they show on the surface.

We had been placed in many foster homes. I had forgotten the names of them all. Forced them all so deep into the dark corners of my mind that it just faded away after time. I remember having to get a job at 16, saving up enough money to take Anna and myself away from these damned places that dared called themselves homes for the innocent.

And that was precisely what I did. The night of my 18th birthday, I woke Anna up in the middle of the night. She already knew my plan and had her already packed bags hidden away in her closet.

We took my car and left to the nearest airport. We left and we never looked back.

It wasn't like we were running away or changing our names. I was of legal age and I could take her anywhere I damn well wanted. Since I was 'next of kin' I was able to take her in my care.

And like that, our new life began.

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