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SHACKLE

Her life is a bed of roses with more thorns than flowers ••••••• Anabella's parents where murdered with her as a witness at a tender age of eleven. She was moved to a foster home where she was abused in all possible ways to no end. No matter how hard she tried, escape seemed so close,yet unobtainable. Ethan Brown, has just moved in to another town with his widowed mother, for the umpteenth time after his father's death. Little does he know, that moving nextdoor will bring an unexpected turn of events. Anabella is determined to stay clear from the cocky teenage boy. He is determined to keep the secrets behind his smile. But, what to do, when their pasts come messing with the present. Simple, they unravel mysteries, elucidate secrets. They discover the unknown.

Amara_Gracie · Adolescente
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17 Chs

chapter 2

‡Ethan‡

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The girl next door

She was nursing an injury on that arm just this morning.

I wonder what she did to the bimbo.

Meh.

I started to walk away. When she screamed again.

And again.

Each one louder than the other.

Okay I'm not that heartless.

I'm gonna be a hero.

"What did she do to you" I asked with a low threatening voice. I knew it would have an effect. Everybody stopped whispering and turned to me.

Oh great. More attention.

The girl in question looked up. And met my gaze. She had blue.... Or was it green eyes. She immediately looked back to the floor.

While the Bimbo. Kept staring at me with those eyes that twinkled with mischief.

Oh.....Kay... what did I get myself into.

"Hey your the new guy" she purred. Literally.

She turned completely to me with her minions. The girl now long forgotten.

"I'm Melanie"

Did she just wink at me.

Oh the horror!!!!

She did!.

"Come on hottie. I'll show you around" she grabs my arm pulling it"

I just went along with her.

Before we went round a corner, I turned to the-neighbour girl,who  was still staring at the floor.

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‡Ana‡

I couldn't get much sleep last night. The pain was unbearable.

Now it hurt even more. Thanks to Melanie.

Ugh. This History class can't get any more boring. Seriously.

Maybe I should just lie down a bit and..

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Anabella..... Anabella.....

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"You worthless child you caused your parents death"

Where am I

It was dark. I couldn't even see my fingers.

Suddenly it was bright again.

I could see who was speaking it was the man who killed my dad. His lifeless gray irises expanded until they were the only things I could see.

"You should have never been born"

"No....no!!"

"Don't you see you made your parents die. You killed them".

Suddenly I was moving....through air

I saw eleven year old me. With my parents. They were talking but I couldn't hear them.

"Mum! Dad!" I screamed. Louder and louder.

Over and over again.

It was no use. They couldn't hear me.

"We are moving!? ..... again" I heard eleven year old me say.

And it echoed and echoed.

"No! Shut up and move ". No use.

I watched them silently argue. I tried move. But I couldn't move my legs. They seemed to be glued to the ground.

The door opened. The men came in.

I watched and screamed helplessly as they killed my dad all over again. But they didn't seem to notice me.g

"Noooooooooo!!! Dad"

Tears were rushing uncontrollably now.

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"Daaaaaaaaaaaad!!!!" I woke up with a scream to My History teacher standing in front of my desk all the students had left.

I'm covered in sweat. And tears still running down my cheeks. I blink continuously.

"It's okay dear it was a dream" my history teacher Mrs Williams assured.

"Can you tell me what it was about you seem shaken by it" she says while moving to touch my arm,

I move away from her touch quickly, shook my head indicating no, a bit too eagerly if you ask me. But she didn't seem to mind at all.

Maybe shell just let me go.

"No problem dear. I'll send a note to your next class's teacher. I suggest you meet the counselor. What's your next class"

Spoke too soon.

"AP Biology"

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Should I really meet the counsellor? She wouldn't know right?. Of course. She'll ask the counselor if she met me. Oh no. Why?!...

I should just see her. What's the worst that could happen.

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"What's your name dear" the counselor Miss Frederick asked

 

"Anabella Anderson"

"Okay Anabella can you tell me what is the problem. Your history teacher already sent me a note"

Snap. I knew it. Well here we go.

"Ummmm... I usually have nightmares.."

"About...?"

"My past"

" Okay does this happen all the time"

" No.... Mostly if I think about it before falling asleep. Or if anything triggers the memory"

"Can you tell me about this past of yours"

I slowly shake my head no, avoiding her eyes.

"I understand. Do you have a diary?"

I shake my head no again.

"Well... since you have problems sharing it. Maybe you could write it down. Anytime it bothers you. Just pour your thoughts into the book. It helps. Here have this." She hands me a book with black leather cover.

"Thank you ma'am"

"Don't mention it. You'll come back if anything else happens. Yes?" She asks hopefully.

I don't think I'm ever coming back here. But I'm thankful she did not pressure me to tell her my past. So I settle for...

"Of course ma'am".

"Good. You are free to go"

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After meeting my AP Biology teacher for the assignments and notes. I moved to my next class.

Math.

Mr Greg. The most strict and mean teacher of the school. Math comes naturally to me. But I do not like him. No one can blame me though. He gives detention for the weirdest reasons.

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I slept for barely two hours last night. I'm so tired. Extremely tired.

But I didn't dare sleep in Mr Greg's class. I'd be dead.

I could barely keep my eyes open.

So I yawned.

And yawned...

And yawned....

"Excuse me Miss Anderson" Mr Greg called looking angry.

"Do you find my class bor...."

I couldn't help it.

I yawned

I opened my eyes to see Mr Greg now red in the face from anger.

Oops.

I turned to the class. They were also all red. They were holding back laughter.

"Miss Anderson"

"Sir.... *Yawn"

"Detention after school 2:30 till 4:00"

I widened my eyes in suprise.

And he..... Sweet cheese is he trying to smirk?

I widened my eyes again.

I can never unsee that.

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Detention for yawning. Unbelievable. Who does that. Well. It's not the first time.

I opened the door. Two other people I didn't recognize were there.

I just walked to the seat at the front. No one will bother me here.

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‡Ethan‡

Stupid teacher . Detention just because I sleep in class. You'd think they'd let it slide because it's my first day.

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‡Anabella‡

I look at my watch. Ten minutes down. Eighty more minutes to go.

Ten minutes two seconds down. Four thousand seven hundred and seventy eight more seconds to go.

Eleven minutes down...

Click.....

Wait someone just came in. Late for detention. Pfft. Lazy delinquents .

I turned to check who it is.

Just in time to see the door open