Oh chapter 2.. who doesnt like a good chapter 2? lol..

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The next morning I was woken up by pounding on the roof "What the hell.." I whispered to myself.

The pounding continued and soon enough it started to irritate me. I got out if bed and opened my door and walked upstairs. I went to Christina and Lexi's room, that was the room that was on top of mine. I stormed in to find all the girls in the foster home jumping around on the beds and playing with their stupid little Barbie dolls.

"Would you little prissies shut up so I can sleep?" I asked. It was practically impossible to sleep in on a Saturday morning, these stupid little kids were always so full of energy.

A girl named Crystal walked up to me, she was about 4 or 5. "We dont take orders from poopy heads.." she said and giggled.

I sighed angrily and walked in and stepped on a Barbie on the floor. Christina screamed and pushed me off the Barbie doll. "You hurt Barbie!" she screeched.

I laughed a little "Oh my gosh! We need to take her to the hospital! Come on!" I said and ran out of the room childishly. Amazingly they all followed. I ran all the way downstairs and went to the basement. Christina held the doll in her arms like it was some sort of baby. I walked as far into the basement as I possibly could. "Okay, guys im gonna go to my room and get my equipment so we can get Barbie better!" I said stupidly running out of the basement.

"Hurry!" Lexi called after me.

I rolled my eyes and closed the basement door and locked it. "Heh.. now I might get some peace and quiet..." I whispered to myself. I started walking to my room when Dylan stopped me. He had been watching from his room, his room was right next to mine by the way.

"When they figure out your not coming back, their gonna start freaking out.." he said.

I smirked "You dont think I know that?" I asked him as I held the doorknob of my bedroom door.

He frowned a bit "Yeah, but that means that when Joe and Marian find out.. their gonna kill you.." Dylan said.

I took awhile to think. He had a point. "Well, whatever it takes to shut them up.." I said and opened the door to my room. Before Dylan could say another word I walked into my room and closed the door lightly behind myself. I crawled into bed and put the covers over myself and slowly fell asleep again. I had a dream.. a dream.. that gave me something I really needed. Answers.

~:The Past:~

Age 6, December 24, 2004. Christmas Eve.

The door bell ring and I immediately jumped out of my seat and ran to the door.

"Annabel." my Papa said "Ask who it is before you open.."

I looked back at him and nodded "Who is it?" she called in a high pitched voice.

"The government! Open up!" called a hoarse male voice over the door.

When my father heard the man he ran toward me. "Annabel go upstairs with your mother.." he ordered.

"But Papa-"

"NOW!" he yelled pointing upstairs. Then he opened the door.

I ran over to the staircase but I didnt go up, I stood there and watched as the unknown man talked to my father of something. What they were discussing was out of my reach to hear.

"NO! You cant do this! Tomorrow is Christmas.. have you got no heart?" my father shouted.

The unknown man shook his head and shoved a scroll into my father's chest harshly and walked away. My father slowly closed the door.

"Papa?" I asked my head tilted.

He looked at me, his eyes were watering.

"Papa whats wrong?" I asked running up to him.

He sighed "Annabel.. sweetie." he put his hand on my chin "You know that I love you very much right?" he asked his voice cracking.

I was a little confused, but my answer was obvious "Yes I know that.." I answered.

My Papa was about to say something but tears just ran down his face and he started crying horribly hard.

I hugged my Papa, something was seriously wrong otherwise he wouldnt act this way. "What.. whats wrong Papa?" I asked again.

Heh, leaves you wanted more huh?

But what happens is going to be SO tragic I almost dont wanna write it ."

Anyways, thanks for readin'! :P