Shackles

"Mum!!!" I ran back to her. Her eyes where blinking slowly. Turning, the men where not far behind. I shake my mum. "Moma get up we have to go" She only blinks repeatedly, tears filling her eyes, Each blink longer than the other. "Run" she said. "Hey there, the little one is still alive" one of the men shouted from a distance. "Run" she said again. Her blue-green eyes, now barely open. A single Tear dropped from my eyes. I stood up. And staggered a bit. Before turning back and running. I ran until I felt like I was floating. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ "They say life is not a bed of roses,....well it is in my case.... Only the 'bed' has more thorns than flowers.... In fact no flowers are blooming at all... ** Anabella Anderson. 17 year old. Trapped in her own world, she needs saving, but is not one to call for a hero. Orphaned at eleven and moved into a foster home of a couple who keeps her around for the cheques. You can't say that's a dream come true in her case , Young Anabella became a victim of abuse, of different kinds. Trapped. Ethan Brown. Eighteen years old. Only son of his widowed mother. Well you could describe him in one word'cocky'. But that's only the exterior... Everyone has a way of hiding in. There's more to her parents death than it seems. It turns out, their pasts are connected, how?... Let's find out Join Ethan and Anabella as they dive into their pasts and uncover secrets. When they cross paths. ***