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Aubrey Valentina

"Momma, momma, look at what I drew!" I say to my mommy.

"Who's those people Aubrey?" She asks.

"Those two are my fwiends. Their names are Enzo and Ina!"

"What kind of names are that? Stop playing pretend. This is the real world," she states sternly.

"But Lorenzo and Marina are my fwiends! See they angwy at you now, Momma," I cry.

My momma looks slightly pale but then her face quickly changes to normal.

"Let's take your nap now Va- Aubrey."

I rub my eyes and waddle up the stairs, holding her hand.

Tomorrow I was turning four.

-/-

After riding the bus home I went to do my chores. Kelsey invited me to her eighth birthday party and if I wanted to go I had to clean my room and put the dishes away.

Once I finished I went to see Mommy and Daddy on the couch drinking their big people juice.

"Can I go to Kelsey's birthday party tomorrow and get her a present?"

"Ya that's fine," mommy says handing me some money.

I walk away and make her a card. She was my first friend in this new town and I wanted to keep this friend. She doesn't care about my weird clothes or my parent's rules.

She was actually kind.

When I finished making the card, I stuck the money inside and put it on my night stand for tomorrow.

Daddy has work and mommy probably wouldn't drive me so I'd have to walk.

I'll make sure to wear my heavy sweater.

-/-

It was the first day of middle school. I finished wrapping up my cut from the glass that was imbedded into my arm.

Anderson was starting to become meaner and meaner each day and it gets scarier each time.

"Aubrey! If you don't do these dishes then you won't be going to school all of this week!" Yells Barbara from the kitchen.

We just moved to our new house in Jacksonville, Florida. It's hot here so I don't have to worry about being cold anymore. I finished cleaning the cut and put on my clothes for the day. Some pink shorts and my black hoodie to cover my scars. I ran downstairs with my backpack over my shoulders and did the dishes quickly before walking 10 minutes to school.

-/-

Yesterday, I turned fourteen.

I bet Barbara and Anderson didn't even know it was my birthday. Something is off with them and I can't tell.

I didn't get any presents, just the normal slap to the face. I don't have any friends and I start my freshman year in two weeks.

"Aubrey come down here! We have a visitor," yells Anderson.

We never have visitors. I do remember this one guy coming and he had a thick accent, like my dad, or should I say my a$$ of a father who beats me up.

I finished getting ready for the day. I had a red T-shirt on and black shorts that were a size too big. This Arizona weather would be the death of me.

I walk down and see a familiar looking man.

"Wow, Valent— Aubrey. I haven't see you in years," he says menacingly.

"Um hello. Who are you?" I ask kindly. I didn't want Barbara or Anderson to punish me later.

"How polite! And you look just like her, it's quite crazy."

"Look like who?" I wonder. I barely looked anything like my parents. They both had this dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. I had brown hair and bluish green eyes, so who could he be talking about.

He smiles. "Don't worry about it. Great job here, Zach and Natasha. You've done well."

And then he leaves. Who the hell us Zach and Natasha. Probably mom and dad's middle names or something of the sort.

That man is weird.

-/-

My flashbacks were happening again. They only come in times of stress. Whenever Zach and Natasha would beat me I'd get flashbacks.

But they aren't here so why am I getting them again.

Oh wait, maybe because I'm driving a freakin car and I have another one of my kidnappers in the car with me. What has my life come to?!

Behind me, are sirens. Signaling me to pull over.

I've been driving for almost an hour and now I get pulled over? Where is the police?

I messily pull over and roll down the window.

"Лицензия и регистрация," he says. (License and Registration.)

How the hell am I gonna respond?

"No speak Russian. I speak English. I am with Sharapov!" I jumble out, trying to use my hands to speak. Maybe saying his name will save me.

"Boss man? Okay, kay, I go now," he stutters and then leaves.

I guess Mr. Sergei is as powerful as he claims.

I continue driving to who knows where and before I know it three cars start chasing me down a high way.

Fûck!

I'm in a freaking high speed chase in the middle of the night on a freeway.

God, please save me.

I speed down and out the window I hear people speaking in English.

"Valentina! Stop it, we are here to help!"

But I don't stop. For all I know it could be Russians.

Someone screams "now!"

Then car runs me off the road, just enough to push me without injuring myself too badly. Everything hurts and I'm pulled out the car by a familiar face.

The man in the photograph was real.

"Dad?"

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Authors Note

Hey peeps. Lol sorry to leave you hanging like that. The story is coming to an end and I have everything planned out and I can't wait!

Also there might be a sequel so stay tuned!

-Layla

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