Cliff's Gal: My first fiction on here ;D Enjoy Rick and Blossom!
Ch.1-Escape
I squirmed. This was so uncomfortable. Oh, why did Master send me in a box? Why was I even a slave? Oh, yes, I remember, that memory…
It was my tenth birthday. Mother had opened the cupboard, and her face went pale. She yelled.
She opened a small compartment where they held their money. Nothing. The smile had dropped off my face as she screamed, "We've been robbed!"
We had gone to the bank immediately. They had lost our money. But, they suggested a man down the street, who was very wealthy, to ask for money.
The man agreed, but he warned us to pay him back. My parents nodded.
He helped us for a couple years. But, on my birthday, I had woken up and ran to my parents' room. They were gone, and I was awake very early. I looked around the house, and called every phone number I knew, but…nothing.
I took all the money that was left and went to the man's home. He saw me, took my money, and spat at my feet.
He said nastily, "My maid said you would come, and your parents were dead." He had yanked me in, and told the maid to get servant clothes.
"I'm not your slave." I had cried as I was led away.
"You are now, Blossom." The man had said, his lip curling up in a nasty smirk. "You never fully paid your debt. Now you will."
Now I have scars on my body, permanent damage in my heart, and am in a box going to Master's friend's palace for a day. They really needed a hard worker for a day.
I shifted into another position. Ouch! I pushed up with my feet, and the box lid pushed open. I started grinning, thinking of my unbelievably good luck.
I stepped out. I was in a train. I reached into my pocket, and pulled out a pocketknife, Master's wallet, and a map. I looked over the map, looked out, and jumped from the train.
FREE! Free at last, from the last three years!
I started walking when I landed. I was absorbed in my map, I never looked up. I crossed the road, and suddenly, the roar of a car sounded, and I was hit. I spiraled off in the air, nearly blackening out of the pain. Suddenly, someone ran at me. One look at me, and he picked me off and ran, whispering, "Help is coming, girl." I fell unconscious.