Author Note:
Hey guys! I've been out for…well…how long has it been? A year? Maybe more? Anyway-I'm back! Here's my new story that I hope to be thoroughly dedicated to!
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Rain was beautiful. Rosanna could hear the soft pitter-patter on her roof, and she smiled to herself. It was going to be a great night, she knew that much. After all, all nights to her were great-they were filled with moonlight and stars, and dewy grass that tickled her toes when she spun around.
Rosanna's family moved to the countryside of Italy only recently, it had been only about six months. There were few neighbors, all of which were slightly odd, keeping to themselves all of the time, never greeting or welcoming when they were outside. It was a good place to be, though she and her sisters were always wary of the white vans that would pass through the village. Her mother said there was no need to fear them, for she thought that they worked for a business of some sort. They would stop by the neighbor's houses, so it would make sense.
Rosanna's thoughts were brought back to sneaking outside to have her quiet time, her time of peace. Her mother knew that she went out at night, but her father would most likely have a heart attack. Silly fathers, always worrying. Oddly, her mother never worried too much about Rosanna or her sister. She knew that Rosanna knew to keep to herself, as did Lucy, her younger sister.
However, just as Rosanna's feet slid out of bed, she could hear her father's voice. Odd, he was usually asleep with her mother by now. When Rosanna heard another man's voice, she knew something was wrong. No visitors had arrived of her knowledge. What if her father was in danger?
Headstrong, Rosanna jumped out of bed, throwing her robe on over her silk pajamas, running down the stairs barefoot. She headed to the front door, where her father seemed to be. Ah, there it was. The white van was there, the one she knew was up to trouble. Rosanna grabbed a skillet that was hanging up in the kitchen before heading towards the door, holding it behind her back.
"Rosanna? Sweetheart, you should be in bed," her father's voice sounded strained and wary.
"I heard voices, I thought that maybe you…" Rosanna trailed off as she noticed the three men standing in the doorway. One was red in the face, the other tall and burly, and the last had a noticeable beard. They were all strong men, and none of them looked very nice.
"Hm, I recall you saying you didn't have any children, Signor," the red-faced man said, looking at Rosanna. Rosanna let him say no more, swinging violently at him with the frying pan when a gun clicked as the man went down. Rosanna froze, dropping the pan.
"You're lucky Capricorn didn't want any harm coming to you," the bearded man sneered, grabbing her by the hair as the tall and burly man held the gun at her father. "Now, you're going to come with us willingly, or daddy here is going to pay for it. Understood?"
Rosanna nodded, her muscles taught. She strained her head to look at her father, to make sure he was alright. He stood, half in shock, tears streaming down his face. He said her name softly in disbelief before the man began threatening him, telling him to go back inside.
"Father doesn't own any guns," Rosanna thought silently.
They shoved her into the van, her sitting in the back of the van. The drive began, and after hours, they arrived at the tiny village.
"Welcome home," the red-haired man said, pulling her out. A tear trickled down her face. Home.
