Broken by Maria Diaz (black authors fiction .TXT) 📖

Happiness isnt always the outcome

“Now, Darlin,” said Theresa’s mother, Geneva, as she tugged a small brown jacket around Theresa’s neck,“ Be careful going down to the lake alright?”

Theresa smiled at him momma standing above her. “Momma nothings going to happen. I’m just going down to the dock.” Assuered Theresa.

“You never know.” Warned her mother. “Stop worrien mama.” Said Theresa as she backed away from her scared ma. Before she went out the door her father appeared. Little Theresa knew she said the wrong thing as he approached her and picked her up as if she weighed nothing. Which she did. “Theresa Marie. You better listen to you ma.” Said her pa in his stern voice. With a knowingly nod he set her down by the door. “Yes, Sir” said Theresa. Her father opened the door to see three white British soilders fully armed. The gasping mother pulled her daughter back away from the door. Theresa’s pa slammed the door in their faces and nearly dragged his wife down the hall, Theresa in his arms. He looked out the back door to find yet two more men outside the door armed as well. With nowhere to go he pulled his wife into the room along with Theresa. Carrying Theresa to the closet he set her down. The sound of the front door bursting open made Theresa jump. She didn’t understand what was going on.”Stay here and don’t move! You hear?” ordered her pa. She nodded slightly. “Pa whats……” “No Theresa! No time for questions!” he said. He then grabbed his wifes arm and pulled her in the closet as well. She stepped forward but was halted by his huge hands. He pushed her back. “No Geneva. Stay here!” he demanded. Genevea gave her husband a worried look. “No! I’m going with you!” Geneva said as she stepped forward again. He grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back into the closest. Hard. “I said no! And no means no!” he said. She gave him a worried look before he closed the door. Geneva glanced down at her worried daughter. She knelt down and toke her in her arms. “It’s ok darling. It’s ok.” She said as she pulled her daughter under the clothes. “Mama what’s happening?” said Theresa in a scared voice. “Shh. It will be ok.” She said as she picked Theresa up and put her behind her away from the door. Rumbling sounded outside of the room. Three gun shots flared and something large fell to the ground. The whole time Geneva had her hands over her daughters ears as she sobbed quietly. The door burst open causing Theresa to think the worst. Hard footsteps moved around the room. Pulling things off of shelves and dressers. There was a low mumble from the people outside. The footsteps grew louder as it reached the closet. Geneva pushed Theresa against the wall. She let out a small whimper. Without warning the closet doors where flung open. The tall man in black and blue yanked Geneva to her feet. She struggled as she tried to get away from him. She dug her elbow into the mans stomach. She fell to the ground and crawled to the closet. He was going to kill her and the only thing she can think of was her beloved Theresa

The once a family. Now a orphan

Two men were still searching the house and one standing by the door. The man reached put and caught Geneva by her hair and pulled her up. She let out a scream as the put the gun to her neck. Unable to hold back Theresa jumped from the closet and jumped on the mans back. Geneva was roughly pushed to the wall as the man struggled to get the girl off of him. The man by the door ran into the room and pulled the girl off of him. Geneva tried to come to her daughters aid as the man slapped her across the face and pulled her over his shoulder but she was stopped when a gun was in front of her face. Blood streamed down the mans face. “what do you want?” stuttered Geneva in a shaky voice. He answered by grabbin
g her by her upper arm and pulling her against him. “Let me and my daughter go!!!” struggled Geneva. Theresa struggled as the man carried her out
of the room and down the hall. “Move!” ordered the man. She jumped then did what he commanded. Geneva didn’t have to turn around to know the
gun was behind her back. Staring at her. Theresa screamed and kicked at the man holding her. The man gripped Theresa’s leg painfully. Wide eyed,
Geneva stepped to help her when she heard the gun click. She gasped as the man behind her grabbed her and pulled her back toward him. “Do you
want me to kill you?” he snarled in her ear. She began to shake as he half pulled, half pushed her out the door. Theresa was still fighting the man
holding her when he set her down and hit her with the butt of his gun. She fell to the ground with a cry. “Theresa!” Yelled Geneva she jerked out of
his grip and ran to Theresa. She knelt next Theresa crying. Theresa moaned as she gripped her mothers arms. The two men had a enough of it.
One of the two men grabbed Geneva by the hair and hauled her to her feet. He then positioned his gun under her neck. Geneva’s eyes widened in
pain as he pushed in further into her neck preventing her to breathe. Theresa scrambled to her feet and went for her mother. But she was stopped
when a large hand went around her waist. She wiggled in his grip but was unable to go any further. Closing her eyes she fought the man as he tried
to grab her wrist, and succeeded. The sound of a gun shot made her eyes burst open as she watched her mother crumble to the ground. “No!!!”
yelled Theresa, as she wiggled even more. She managed to free herself from the man's grip. She sobbed as she laid over her mothers body. Still a
pulse. She can save her. But before she could do anything two strong hands were placed on her upper arms hauling her to her feet. Theresa
screamed and kicked at the man. The man had had enough. He set her down and slapped her across the face so hard that she fainted. The man
picked her up and threw her over his shoulder while she dangled over his shoulder. "Thank God!" mumbled the man holding her. The other man
chuckled. "Yeah." said the other man as the approched the stolen horses. Lifting the sleeping girl on the horse he got on behind her. Heading beck
to camp.

Prepareing

Theresa moaned as she woke. The cold breeze woke her fully. Opening her eyes she looked around to see that she was in a dark cold cave. Up on her hands and knees she began to crawl when her head hit something hard. *Dink!*
She reached up to feel hard, cold, metal. A cage. *Great!* She groaned as pain came into her side. Hearing footsteps she looked up to see a tall man walking toward her. "Ahh. So the little angel is up. Perfect." His deep voice boomed through out the cave. He opened the cage door and pulled her out. She yelped in pain as he pulled her by her little arm to the front of the cave. The brightness of the light blinded Theresa, for a few seconds. The man forced her to the cold ground. "Stay." Her ordered, treating her like a dog. Ugh. She stayed while he and two other men rounded up camp. All Theresa did was cry silently about her parents. "Girl," Theresa looked up just as a peice of bread and a apple was thrown in her direction, catching it easily,"Eat. We'll be leave soon." He ordered and walked to a pure white gelding. Boy, was he beautiful. His long white legs, curved jaw line, and his beautiful blue eyes. Theresa cocked her head. Most horses dont have blue eyes only paints. But it made him even more beautiful. Theresa's eyes fell heavy and she fell asleep, apple in hand.

Owner?

Theresa woke to someone shaking her roughly. Gasping she look up to see the man stareing at her. "Get up!" he ordered. She jumped to her feet and was pulled towards the white horse. She felt hands on her waist as she was lfted intio the saddle. The man mounted behind her. He pulled something from his pocket. Revialing a knife. He put it up to her neck, gasping she leaned up against the man not knowing it. "Talk and get punished. Understood?" She stared from him to the knife before nodding.
<Ok Im switching to first person. Which is Theresa>
I, Theresa, began to get sleepy as the sound
of hoof beats made me drift.

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I moaned when I woke the next morning. I peared around. great. Another cave. I pain came to my head which made wince. A man appeared infront
of me. His heavy foot steps made my head throb. "Get up!" he ordered. I just stared at him in horror and confusment. "I said get up!" he said
grabbing a bunch of my hair and pulling me to the front of the cave. I tried to hold back my scream and failed. He haulted me infront of the cave. It
was alomst day. "Stay!" he commanded. I didnt budge. He went to his white horse and rumadged thorugh the bag. I looked around. The ocean was
near by. Where was I? I was by the sea. I couldn't be far from home. Maybe if I just...... "Don't even think about it! Your not going to get away." said
the man carrying a bundle of clothes. he grabbed my arm and ripped my dress from my body. I yelped and fell to the ground. "Get up!" he ordered. I whimpered and stood up. He quickly and roughly pulled a blue riding dress over my head. He dropped a pair of black shoes on the ground. "Put them on." was all he said. I slipped my feet into the shoes without protest. He came up behind me and pulled something through my hair. I gasped in surprise. I tried to move away but he grabbed my arm and held me in place. "Be a good little girl. You want to look good for your owner." he purred in my ear. My eyes widen at the word "Owner". "M..m...m..my Owner?" I choked out. Something made contact with the back of my head. I whimpered. "What did I tell you about talking!" he scolded. He waited for a response. A tear slid down my faceand i wiped it away. "Yes, Sir." I whispered. I stood still as he yanked the brush through my hair. Where was I going!! What is he talking about Owner!? My questions screamed through my head. All I wanted was answers. Finally He was done and had threw the brush in a bag on the ground. A white man came into the cave entrence. "He'll be here in half an hour." he said. I stared at him. "Perfect. She's ready." Said the man behind me. The man walked up