Angel sent from hell by K S (best classic books .txt) 📕

All I could do is run away. I knew what I was running from so I ran at my top speed. I pushed away the man chasing me it didn’t take him long to catch up to me. I was only six, when a pale man with gray eyes and short blond hair captured me. He never told me why. He made me to live with him as his daughter I never knew him so how is it I’m his daughter. We look absolutely nothing alike my hair is black, green eyes the color of grass on a healthy spring day, only one thing alike the pale skin.
But that was when I was six, now I’m17 18 on October 31. Halloween great, not really Halloween never agreed with me. Maybe it is because of the way everyone dresses up as freaks. One thing I know is vampires are not real. Well that’s what I grew up to believe. I Kassidie Collins 17 years old do not believe in vampires. I got my point out and every one knows it.
“Kassidie,” I heard the guy yell for me. I do not have a name for him I just call him the guy. I ran down the stairs to where I thought I heard the voice of a killer a.k.a. the guy.
“Coming,” I said in my hush voice so he wouldn’t hear me. It’s been 11 years since he kept me here, I hate it here and he hasn’t ask me if I like it here if he did I would tell him wait, no yell at him how much I want to leave. He hasn’t asked so I keep my mouth shut. When I got down stairs I see him and ask
“Yes,” I respond in a voice I have never used.
“You need to go to school,” the guy said.
“Ok and how am I going to get there and with what stuff I don’t have a book bag after you burnt it,” I exclaimed. I have no idea why he burnt my book bag. Only things in there was pictures of the past I was six I didn’t have much. Through the years I seem to think he burnt it so I couldn’t remember where I came from but that doesn’t stop me. A little blue house with a garden in the front flowers that bloom all season my mother picked them out she had an eye for radiant objects like flowers. My father planted them with her and I use to jump on him and he would be playful with me. The guy is the opposite of my real father.
“How much money will you need,” he asked looking around the room instead of at me. Hmm maybe if he gives me a lot of money I can run away or attempt to run away when I try it is always a failure.
“I don’t know about 40$?” I believe 40 dollars is enough? Suddenly the guy gave me 40 dollars.
“Thank you,” I murmured and went upstairs. Quickly out of my old pajamas I changed to white sundress with lacing around the bottom and put my hair up in a pony tail then I picked up white sandals and took the money then slide it into my pocket beneath the mid section of my dress. I ran down the stairs and when I got to the floor I put on my sandals and quickly as possible wooshed out the door.
I passed along people who knew me when I was six but now they don’t even notice me it is like they don’t know who I am. At least I know who I am Kassidie Collins and I am not the guy’s daughter. When I passed a house with flowers just like my mothers in front I thought I saw my mother so I stumbled and tripped. My face planted on the ground it was cold like steel. I got up and brushed all the dirt off me and ran joyfully to the door and knocked.
Some one opened the door and peeked at me.
“Who may you be? Oh my come in your bleeding!”She signaled me to come in so I did as she said. Sitting at the dinner table with his soup was my father. When he noticed I was there he almost had a heart attack I think.
“Kassidie,” he yelled just like the guy.
“Yes, dad I missed you,” as I said that I went up to him and bear hugged him as tight as possible.
“Where have you been?” He sounded like he had gotten shoot.
“Some man took me and never let me leave I was scared father,” I replied.
“Where is mama,” I asked curiously. Just as I said that mama walked in and dropped the glass just to run up to me and hug me.
“Kassidie, I’m so glad your okay,” She exclaimed while hugging me tightly still.
“I’m glad you guys remember me, it seems like no one else has,” I whispered to myself mostly.
I heard a knock on the door so I rose from the seat next to father.
“I’ll get it.” I was certain that it wasn’t for them. When I got to the door it opened and I didn’t touch it so I jumped back in a frighten way.
“Sorry miss I didn’t mean to scare you.” A teenager boy my age said. His hair was blond and layed perfectly over his eyes but I think he could see anyway, his eyes where the oddest color a mixer of blue and green. My mother came to the door and greeted the boy.
“Why did you knock if you where just going to come it,” I retorted rolling my eyes.
“Well, Mrs. Collins said I could come in whenever but I felt like I had to knock this time. Who are you, and the question is why are YOU here?” he replied with a cold tone worst then the guy’s.
“I am Kassidie Collins, and the answer to your question is I found my way home, this is my home.” I said almost hissing back but I thought that would be rude.
“Well then welcome home Ms .Collins,” he said respectfully.
“If I must ask who are you,” I asked trying to sound proper and respectful.
“I am Skylar Collins.” He said with a smile creeping up his face. I know he is lying I mean maybe legally maybe like he is adopted but not my real brother certainly.
“How so,” I asked frowning.
“I’m not, I am Skylar Greene though. Are you bleeding?” His eyes shot open at the sight of blood.
“Mrs. Collins do you have any alcohol I can rub on her cut and ban aides.” He sounded like he wants to be a doctor or he doesn’t want to see the blood because he never looked at my cut the whole time he knew I had a cut.
“Yes I do ill go get you some,” she said rushing to the bathroom.
“So Skylar how do you know my parents,” I ask observing his face.
“I was like the maid they paid me little amount of money to clean their house because you father cant anymore not after what happen,” he answered never looking back at me.
“What happen to my father, I wasn’t really here for about 11 years, and I know nothing.” I looked down at my feet while I said that so I didn’t come out so clearly. Finally his eyes meet mine and he replied.
“Where have you been,” he asks sounding a little dumbfounded.
“I have been in a place I never want to go again does that suit your question.” Well that came out a little harsher then I thought. I frowned I wasn’t happy with my life one bit. “Here you go Skylar, do you want me to do it I know you can’t stand being around blood.” My mama came back with alcohol and ban aides in her hand.
“Mrs. Collins only if you like to,” he said like he was saying something to the queen of England.
“Its alright I got this, Mike wants to see you,” my mother replied to his answer which was more like a question to me. When he lefted the room my mother looked at me filled with sorrow.

“What’s wrong mama, you seem sad,” I asked trying to find her eyes but she kept looking away.
“Mama,” I asked again.
“Nothing is wrong its just when you go kidnapped it was my fault I asked you to pick me some flowers and you did but when you never came back I ran outside. I searched for you more than 24 hours a day. Your father was as heart broken as me but he didn’t feel the guilt I did. Oh Kassidie please forgive me I Love you and I didn’t know that would happen,” she said and tears started pouring out her eyes like rain out of clouds because of a storm.
I looked up from the floor to her eyes and said “Mama it isn’t your fault I didn’t listen to you I went further then I was suppose to I went all the way down to the meadow, and mama I could never not forgive you I love you, I love you a lot and I’m happy I found home.” Tears began going down my cheeks, but they were happy and sad tears neither of my tears were from fear because nothing bad can happen to me now, now that I’m with the people I have always wanted to be with the people I can call family.
Mama put ban aides after she wiped my cuts with the alcohol. The burning started after a minute or so. I grabbed on to the edge of the table and holded it for a few seconds till the burning went away. Skylar walked in after I was all healed or there was no more blood at least.
“Mrs. Collins I have to be leaving I have school tomorrow. Kassidie do you go to school,” he talked to both of us but didn’t look instead his eyes narrowed at the floor.