Paying back
Tessa's pov
Now I understand why they helped me and took me in as their own. All they wanted was someone to safe their little perfect family and apparently I was the chosen one.
I didn't know this people as well as I thought I did. Michael and his wife Anastasia adopted me three years back. When my parents died. Some thieves or a gang of thieves wanted to rob the bank and because my parents were at a wrong place at the wrong time. They were held captive inside the bank for 28 hours by the thieves and when the police didn't wanna comply with them they killed my parents along with many other people that were there.
I was 10 when my parents died and my grandma was unable to take care of me so I was sent to an orphanage in Louisiana. Shortly after that I was sent to the orphanage Michael and Anastasia came along and they were approved for the adoption because they apparently had a home and a loving family.
Now that I think about it
it was all a lie everything they said, every time they kissed my forehead, every time they would hug me and tell me I love you and
Tell me bed time stories was a lie. Just thinking about their betrayal got tears running down my chicks involuntarily.
I loved them dearly.
I felt like I would get a break from my painful and depressing life.
After my parents died.
"stay down stay the fuck down Michael"one of the man shouted from inside the kitchen.
They had all three of us laying down on the kitchen floor with our hands on our backs like we were handcuffed.
Before they picked me up and
started dragging me to a Van by my hair.
"I'm sorry Tes baby I'm so sorry... I love you Baby" Michael cried out in a desperate tone.
I must say I thankful that Ayana and Anna didn't get to witness all this trauma I was going through. I didn't want them to feel heartbroken and lost and lonely as I felt about my parents before they died.
My parents weren't around much in my life mom would hide from me most of the time when she came home from work because she didn't want me to see her bruised up body. I would always hear my dad hitting mom after getting drunk and saying nasty things like I wasn't his child and that she was a whore.
"Hold still.... give me your hands and your feet" the man with only one eye said in his deep and crooky voice said as they threw me in the Van
The other came running shortly after " don't tie her up just lock the Van mate and if she gives us any trouble she'll have it from me"the one with a soft voice spoke in English accent as he brought he's gun up to his crooked nose and sniffed on it.
Making me back up into the corner of the Van not wanting to make any eye contact I brought my knees up to my chest and buried my face in there
When I felt the Van beginning to move I went to the closed window of the Van to have a last look of the house and all the beautiful memories I had here but before I could look away I saw Michael and Anastasia standing on the doorframe looking at me with regret and sorry eyes as if it would change anything.
I quickly looked away and went back to the corner where I was and stayed as still as I could letting tears drop from my eyes without any sound.
We drive for hours before the last of the towns electricity poles came into view and it all went dark. I was always afraid of the dark so I closed my eyes and hugged myself tight as I just layed in the dark on the cold floor of the Van still not been able to stop sobbing.
