𝐈'𝐌 𝐈𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓-𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃| 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

"Tick tick. Tick. Tick tock."
The Evil doer sung in upbeat
rhythm, clapping his hands,
synchronizing the direct ticks
in symphony. Hiding behind the
Tree was my many suits when I
was only Three. Papa said I was
good at hiding. He thought I
was the best hider.

"Zöe!" A quick screech sounded
before a large explosive erupted
in front of my eyes, I could react
to the sudden name. My body
collided against muddy grass.

Ouch that hurt. Hopefully,
the bad guys didn't see me.

"Leeennnaaa! N-Nooo!"
A person cried over the powerful
thunder.

"Where is your daughter?"

Gulping, my eyes bulged not understanding the commotion.
Is he looking for me. Is that
my Papa. I can hardly tell.

"You leave her out of th—" a hard
crack alerted my ears. I couldn't see
what was going on behind the car.
Since they'd placed the scared
man on the other side.

"Run!" A familiar voice spoke. "Zöe!"

BOOM

Orange and Red flames gathered
the Black car. My eyes burned along
with my smoky lungs and it didn't do
me any justice that I only had a thin raincoat on—backing up farther, squishy noises gathered with movements. I look up over on my left, heaving chest and
all catching a person with nothing but Black attire. The individual was tall, slender, no face. A simple mask.

"Come here. Come here."

"Don't you touch her!" Scooting
away from the stranger, the voice
grew silent after one fist to their cheek.
It was my Papa. No. He was getting
punch in the face, so that means
Mama was in the car.

"I said come here." The demon guy reached for my now dirty White
adidas. He tried dragging me, but
I kicked him with my other foot.

"You little bitch." He yell as my
foot hit his finger over and
over again.

Scurrying off the muddy ground,
taking all my strength to run wasn't completely hard. After I heard a
distant pow, it didn't take me no
time to find my way around the
tall Trees. Papa always taught me
the Forest routes, down to the Spanish markings on the tree barks. Where
the main rural grounds of everything
was, it was like he was giving me
his own personal Map.

A Map to a secret Safeway.

He knew this day would come.

My tiny Eight year old feet, pattered
against the bent twigs. Not looking
back, not breaking a sweat.

"We're loosing her, catch that
little bitch!"

"I'm trying Jefe (Boss)." A out of
breath guy shivered. The rain
chasing his energy.

POW

A sudden bullet caught the tree
ahead of me. Not freaking out, my
little body gathered around vines
that hung along a massive hill ahead. Pushing my body forcefully out there,
a low screech escape plump
lips.

"Did you get her!"

"No, I think she jumped over, the ledge."

"You think or you know?"

I finally landed safely on a Yellow
vacant car. Hopping off the hood,
and quickly hiding inside it without making sure the creaks of the
old rusty car wouldn't hear.

"I think the cops are coming, where, where did she go?" The evil man
shouted over the loud sirens, "We
need to find her before they do."
Making sure my body is hidden
in the back seat on the carpet
floor. Dark skin glisten with rain,
shivering from the cold and
fear.

I had to stay quiet. Dream
of a happy place.

"Who does?"

"The cops. You fuckin idiot."

Scoffing. He voiced his opinion
on the situation.

"I told you Rico, that you should
not have went after them."

"They owed Carlos money, it
was a—"

"Sssh. You hear that?"

My fearful eyes grew, body
stop shaking. I had to get
it together.

"I don't hear any damn thing."

"I do."

"I do not."

A Helicopter captured through the
semi-dark position. Catching a hint
of light, my foot accidentally hit the
dirty abandoned carpet material.

"You want me say it in Spanish
for you? Escuchè algo Idiota."

"Quiet. Wait, I do hear something."

Brown haunted eyes glanced through
the thick wet window glass. Shoving myself further along the seatings,
the man backed his hands away.
He didn't acknowledge my
small frame.

"—It's the sirens, we have to go now."
I couldn't see their face, just a mask, suddenly one pulled their facade
down. Revealing a disorientated
face, his hair was brown, skin
was medium and crooked teeth
were almost Black. Oral Hygiene
wasn't in his daily routine for
sure. Yuck.

I caught a good glimpse of
one of my Parents killers.

Well at least one.

That night. Well Morning?
Was a nightmare.

______________

Just a prologue.

I'll show you how she gotten adopted,
this is just a glimpse of her horrific childhood memories. Watching her
actual parents die in front of her eyes,
you'll see all the details on a lot with
this new profound version. Meeting
Zac. (He's still an upcoming actor,
and she will suddenly become one
as well) I'm just changing shit. 💋