m<a class="postlink" href="http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb4/Keydae_album/191252.jpg">http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb4/ ... 191252.jpg</a>m<br/>Annabella a girl of slight words, but heavy mind. By heavy mind, she thought a lot. She knew words wernt much for the situation she lived with. Living in a run down apartment, not going to school ever. And her father doing what he can with no job. But she doesn't know, (which is quiet rare, because she always knows tabs on her father) is that her father borrowed money from the highest warlords in the city. And it was due to be paid back, one way or another. Running into trouble was her fathers job in the family, hers was the getting him out.<br/><br/>One morning as annabella was sitting at the 'table' eatting breakfeast. A knock, more like pounding came to the door. She jumped, spilling her cereal everywhere. She sighs, her father gets up. Half drunk from drinking to much. She looks at her father, he had a alarm look on his face. It was one of those faces where the pounding on the door, gave the snap sober in split seconds.<br/>"don't anwser the door. I will. Go back and eat your breakfeast." he said. Clearer then she remembered her father being.<br/>"alright father,â€œ she said walking back to the 'table' which was just a window seal. She looked out, seeing dark cars parked I frount of the apartment. Some guys holding guns. She had her eyes wide open, she got up, silently. She moved to a wall,where she could hear everything between the guest and her father.<br/><br/>"we are here for the payment Mr. Rutinburg." a deep voice of a man said. She couldn't see who it was.<br/>"I I I I'm sorry, I don't have the money. The only money I have to spend is for my apartment, and to feed my daughter." her father stutured.<br/>She lipped some of the words. 'payment,'<br/>"we don't care for your pity low life. Your going to pay off that money one away or another." the man said, she heard a gun load. She was scared for her father. She was about to move,but then. She tripped getting into view of the men in business. They look at her. She looked scared. She did seem a little young. But actually she was the same age as the son to be head of the warlords. She looked at them. Getting up. She cleared her thought. "father, what's going on?"<br/>"nothing sweet heart, just taking care of business."<br/>She looked at her father. Then at the men. "miss will you please run off." one of the other guys spoke.<br/>She shock her head. "how else can my father pay off the money he owes you guys?" she asked.<br/>"there is no other way."<br/>She thinks for awhile. "how about you take me, and once he does. Then he can have me back." she said crossing her arms. They thought for awhile.<br/>They looked at her father. "your daughter is smart, we will take her. If you don't pay it off, in a month. We will kill you or your daughter. Either one will be picked by the warlord. Or his son."<br/>They grabbed her and took her to the car. Shoving her into the back seat. Then getting to the warlord mansion, she was brought to a prison in the bottom. Nothing in the cell she was in. No bed, nothing. She sat against the cold wall.