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By: Angel Wang
Thomas
PROLOGUE
The dark hallway, the last time where Thomas and his father argued...
I looked at father with disbelief. How could he, how could he do this to me once again? Always me. Hatred burned in my eyes as I stared at Father's dark, ugly, gray eyes. I don't understand why. What is the point of all of this? Just let Sara stay, everything will be fine, why must he make her go?
" Where is Sara?" I boomed at him, anger rushing through my veins.
He looked at me and shook his head gently, " you don't deserve to know."
I glared at him, tears were forming in my eyes. I was wrong about father, he just hates me, he never loved me, he never even cared about me. If mother hadn't died, none of this would’ve happen, and now, I could feel my heart cracking, breaking into pieces. No one loves me.
" Why do you always have to do this to me?" Trying to hide always the tears.
Father laughed, " why? You don't know why? I know your plan, don't think you can ever hide it from me."
" Where is Sara?" I boomed at him, anger rushing through my veins.
He looked at me and shook his head gently, " you don't deserve to know."
I glared at him, tears were forming in my eyes. I was wrong about father, he just hates me, he never loved me, he never even cared about me. If mother hadn't died, none of this would’ve happen, and now, I could feel my heart cracking, breaking into pieces. No one loves me.
" Why do you always have to do this to me?" Trying to hide always the tears.
Father laughed, " why? You don't know why? I know your plan, don't think you can ever hide it from me."
Thomas
PROLOGUE
I looked at father with disbelief. How could he, how could he do this to me once again? Always me. Hatred burned in my eyes as I stared at Father's dark, ugly, gray eyes. I don't understand why. What is the point of all of this? Just let Sara stay, everything will be fine, why must he make her go?
" Where is Sara?" I boomed at him, anger rushing through my veins.
He looked at me and shook his head gently, " you don't deserve to know."
I glared at him, tears were forming in my eyes. I was wrong about father, he just hates me, he never loved me, he never even cared about me. If mother hadn't died, none of this would’ve happen, and now, I could feel my heart cracking, breaking into pieces. No one loves me.
" Why do you always have to do this to me?" Trying to hide always the tears.
Father laughed, " why? You don't know why? I know your plan, don't think you can ever hide it from me."
" Where is Sara?" I boomed at him, anger rushing through my veins.
He looked at me and shook his head gently, " you don't deserve to know."
I glared at him, tears were forming in my eyes. I was wrong about father, he just hates me, he never loved me, he never even cared about me. If mother hadn't died, none of this would’ve happen, and now, I could feel my heart cracking, breaking into pieces. No one loves me.
" Why do you always have to do this to me?" Trying to hide always the tears.
Father laughed, " why? You don't know why? I know your plan, don't think you can ever hide it from me."
" Tell me what I did wrong, please, just bring Sara back to me," I yelled painfully. " I need her, why are you like that to Sara, why is it only Sara. Why not me, please, don't do it to Sara, she's had enough of this, please, do it to me."
" Why should I do that to you, you are not Sara, you are nothing like Sara." His voice was cold but furious, " I am like that to Sara because she is not you, and I don't ever want her to be like you."
" I am nothing like Sara? You are the one that's nothing like her, she doesn't deserve you, no, you don't deserve her." I finally couldn't hold back anymore, I let the tears drop. I stormed into my room without a further word. The last thing I knew when I was still in my senses is when Father entered my room, his shadowy, terrifying face.
" Why should I do that to you, you are not Sara, you are nothing like Sara." His voice was cold but furious, " I am like that to Sara because she is not you, and I don't ever want her to be like you."
" I am nothing like Sara? You are the one that's nothing like her, she doesn't deserve you, no, you don't deserve her." I finally couldn't hold back anymore, I let the tears drop. I stormed into my room without a further word. The last thing I knew when I was still in my senses is when Father entered my room, his shadowy, terrifying face.
Sara
CHAPTER 1
The last thing I knew when I was still in my senses is when Father entered my room, his shadowy, terrifying face
I clicked my pen shut, as I examined the last finishing piece of the puzzle I have made. My father had given me a puzzle piece, just one piece, that my mother wanted to gift it to me before she died. The puzzle piece was bronze and has an odd key hole in the middle. I'd never got to see my mother, and even if I did, it was only when I was a few minutes old. She had died from childbirth, and I was the child she risked her life for, that she wanted to give birth to. I put the last piece of my puzzle I’d made on the last blank square. I have been recreating the other pieces of the puzzle. I've always kept it safe, because I knew, that it was the first, last, and only gift my mother has ever given me.
I sat on the porch of my Aunt and Uncle's house, looking at the street. I reached down my pocket and felt the shape of the puzzle piece my mother had given me. I always kept it in my pocket unlike the rest that I made which were in a box under my bed. Just feeling it, tracing the shape, gives me strength when I needed it. Even if I have never seen my mother, I knew inside, without a doubt, that she would be the best woman I would’ve ever met.
My backpack sat on the windowsill unmoving. I haven't touched it in two years, I haven't been to school for two years. I have been homeschooled by my aunt and uncle since I was 13. Since my elder brother was sold. A sudden outrage surged through me, father, I hate him. My brother was 6 years older than me, he always said that my mother was the best. He had been my happiness, he was the one that made me smile. Without Thomas, I
I sat on the porch of my Aunt and Uncle's house, looking at the street. I reached down my pocket and felt the shape of the puzzle piece my mother had given me. I always kept it in my pocket unlike the rest that I made which were in a box under my bed. Just feeling it, tracing the shape, gives me strength when I needed it. Even if I have never seen my mother, I knew inside, without a doubt, that she would be the best woman I would’ve ever met.
My backpack sat on the windowsill unmoving. I haven't touched it in two years, I haven't been to school for two years. I have been homeschooled by my aunt and uncle since I was 13. Since my elder brother was sold. A sudden outrage surged through me, father, I hate him. My brother was 6 years older than me, he always said that my mother was the best. He had been my happiness, he was the one that made me smile. Without Thomas, I