my name....
what's my name?
I forgot
think
think
think
Al-Alessia" I say after a few minutes as pride for remembering my name blossoms in my chest.
She smiles nodding her head, "hello Alessia, my name's Kenzie." she smiles warmly at me
I nod my head, "hello miss. Kenzie" I greet her
"Kenzie is fine dear, you calling me 'miss' makes me feel old" she jokes
I giggle a little but soon stop when I feel pain entering my ribs.
"Carlo?" I ask her
Her face drops a little, "honey, Carlo has been arrested. He'll have to go to jail, do you have some family members you know about?" she asks me
I shake my head no
"That's okay, we can try and search for some family members with some DNA of yours at the police station. Is that okay dear?" she asks me
I give her a small nod, even though somewhere deep down I know I don't even have a choice in this.
She smiles, nods her head and stands up, "good, well is there anything you would like to take with you?" she asks me while helping me stand upright.
I nod my head before she tells me to go get it.
I hurry to the basement and grab Buddy.
Soon I am walking out of his house for the second time in my life and step into a police car with Kenzie up front with some other man.
The man has blonde hair on his chin.
What is that?
I look out of the window after staring at it for a few more seconds.
I don't want to be rude and invade his privacy and stuff.
20 minutes later we arrive at a massive building where the word 'POLICE' is written on.
Nervously I unbuckle this thing called a seatbelt, well that's what Kenzie told me it was.
I hug Buddy close to me as it gives me some sense of safety then we walk inside the building.
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Brothers
I have brothers
Six of them if I remember correctly.
That's six times one person.
That's six people.
Six men
Men
Carlo is a man
Are my brothers like Carlo?
I'm scared
I'm hungry
I'm really thirsty too
Kenzie gave me some water as soon as we arrived.
I haven't drank from it yet.
I'm not sure if I will.
Who knows what she might have done with that water.
It might haven't even been Kenzie to put something in there, there were a lot of men here too.
Maybe Kenzie gets hurts by all of these men.
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I'm not okay
Teen Fiction8 year old Alessia never had the best life. From being taken away from her family at a very young age to being diagnosed with cancer while dealing with mental illnesses daily, have been taking a toll on her for years. When she gets word that her c...