My Hidden Heart

16-year-old Gianna, is in need of some help. She needs to escape. With an abusive father and step-mother, a sister that's near death, and a loving mother dying in the hospital, her life is falling apart. Until she meets Niall. He's different from other people, and madly in love with her. But he won't tell her who he is. He says it will change her life. But Gianna is in need of some change. How far will she go to find out the truth? my first fan fic/mystery story... I hope you like it! comment comment favorite favorite and like it up! :*


2. The Shade of my Trap

I study the ropes tied to my ankle and try to think of a way to untie them. My arms are free. My step-mother forgot to tie the ropes back, thankfully. That mistake is going to cost her. I now have freedom. I probably cannot beat her with my strength, because I have none. Malnutrition has gotten to me, and being tied up all day and night doesn't help either. ESCAPE. I wiggle my toes anxiously as I await the sound of her bedroom door closing for the night. I hear her heavy footsteps on the carpeted stairs. I hear a creak as she reaches the top step, I know shes close. After about a year and a half of being in a closet, tied up, with nothing to do, I have learned a few things about being aware. Then, as I have noticed many times before, she routinely pulls her keys out of her pocket. They dangle and clank togther creating a familiar sound, the sound of my loving father coming home from a hard days work. He now got fired from his job, and isn't the loving parent I one knew. He is distant, and only comes around to beat me when I dont obey "my mother". But I know that demon is not my mother, she is not a mother at all. A mother would not beat her children, neglect her children, and treat them like pigs. Then I hear the keys stop making noise, and I hear the lock to my door open. OH NO. I totally forgot that every night she makes sure I'm tied up good and that the doors are all locked. Once she closes the closet door, ties it shut with another rope, and props a chair against it, she continues her nightly lock-up and shuts the barred window. She closes the drapes and clicks out of the room. I move at lightning speed, draping the ropes over my hands and behind my back. I asume it looks like I'm tied up. I sit in my normal position and prepare for my performance. Her heels come towards my door and I know she is pullling the chair quietly away and pulling the ropes to untie them. She slightly pulls on the doors, and they slowly open, allowing some light to appear in my eyes. I try to act as normal as I can so it looks like I'm really trapped here. She seems satisfied with my absolute horror and pushes the doors closed once again. She repeats her process and walks out of the room. I sigh with relief. I re-think my plan and prepare to make my daring escape. This is risky, but if I can find my sister and run away, it's worth it. Then, I hear her door click close. Its go-time.

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