The Found Mate

my almond shape eyes are greenish blue like my father's eyes were, or so my mother told me once. I'm very pale from always being inside or only going out at night. I'm underweight from being malnour

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. She has beat him and starved me on more then one occasion. Enola is alone spelled backwards and Duck becaus

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moon." I gasp. And they both turn to me with shocked expressions. Though my mothers doesn't stay that way before she starts yelling at me. "What are you doing up at this hour?" I shake my head and say in a shocked voice, "I'm always up at this time of day to go to work every Monday and Wednesday. Now why is he asking to do something nasty with me?" I'm now glaring at my mother who just looks away but doesn't answer me. I look at him with disgust and say, "You keep away from me! You're old and gross." Before I can say another word I'm slapped hard by my mother. I cover my cheek and stare at her with wide eyes. "Why" is all I can get out bef

e it because there have been some gang bangers there but I'd take my chances tonight. I just wanted to hurry up and get to work. I need to distract myself from what I hea

e? I was only trying to help you!" I tried to sound brave but it come out squeaky and strained. "I'm so sorry dear it was an accident." She says with a gruff voice not fitting her at all. I look at myself and check myself well. "No harm done. I don't think I'm to hurt so we'll leave it at that and go our separate ways." I say to her. She grips my arm tight, so tight I feel she might actually cut my circulation off. "No dear you'll be transported as soon as you try to stand. So listen

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a man's voice. "How dare you enter without permission!" It booms all around me. I slowly open my eyes and look