Ariana Peyton's Diary (Mated To An Enemy)

I was christened Ariana May. I bear Ariana May Peyton in case you do not know my name, but I'd prefer to be called Ariana May. Peyton reminds me of pain. This is Ariana May, and this is the story of my life I am telling you. The ones you've just read is nothing compared to others that befell me, if you don't mind being patient going through my story. Hopefully one or two things will catch your fancy in the matter of character adjustments and or hope for survival. I am a bookworm, a book lover I mean. I've always been one right from kindergarten. I read so much books I felt I would explode one day if I didn't stop. I didn't stop, and I also did not explode. Instead, they made me smarter. I read mystery books, thrillers and fantasies or general kid books. I read teen fiction too but I stayed away from horror. Mom bought me all of my books. I've got at least seventy books in my bookshelf and mom got them all for me. It was not a problem for her at all.Someti

I wanted to talk to someone Anyone.So I went into Cameron's room, where he was working on his computer, and subconsciously hugged his leg while wailing on the cold floor. "Cameron, I was kidnapped, some men..some men..." I couldn't let the words out. Surprisingly, he stopped typing and lifted me off the floor."A man..carried ...he....I was waiting for Mom...he..." I was stuttering, my eyes filled with terror.He didn't say a word. He just carried me into my room and rocked me to sleep. I had never seen him like that. It was so soothing that I soon fell asleep. It was because I was really tired, so it was easy to fall asleep under his soothing hand movements on my shoulder. It was the first time he ever touched me.When I woke up, Cameron was gone, and the room was darker now. I still couldn't process what happened in the past hours. My head was hurting, and my legs felt like steel. I carefully sat up on my bed and looked at the time: It was roughly th

I trailed off as my eyes began to shut down. I was tired too, and the warm bath mom gave me had only put me in a refreshing position to sleep easier. I only slept for ten minutes because I knew what the time was, when my eyes were shutting down. I woke up suddenly, with a jolt, and with my hands on my mouth, because I knew a short scream had just escaped it. I made up my mind to protect mom, as much as I could, from the hand of her monster-husband, especially protecting the baby. I would not let anything happen to him/her, I told myself. If Cameron tried to lay his hands on her, I'd hit him with something big and strong. Or something small and sharp. It was not something I merely thought.It first came as a thought, but I let it grow into a plan. I didn't dismiss the thought. Because I remember seeing Cameron come to the door of my bedroom, he knocked and knocked, like a hundred times but when no one opened the door for him, he kicked it open and the door fell with a mighty thud just

At the hospital, I met a sleeping mom. Her right eye- the one with the problem was bound with plasters and one other object I didn't know its name. The kind nurse whose house I had my baths and ate, for the past twenty three days let me in. Her name's Nora. "Hey Aria" she called as soon as I sat by my mom's bedside."Did you run away from school?" She asked holding my hands. She looked really concerned for me."I was missing my mom" "You have to go back honey, your teachers would be worried, why would you do that?""I just told you, I wanted to see my mom" I repeated"She's asleep as you can see. Don't worry honey, your mom will be fine" "Please don't send me back. I don't want to go back to school" i pleaded with her. "Just for today please. I'll go tomorrow" "It's okay honey. I'll call your teacher. Don't do that next time, okay?" I nodded, and so she took mom's phone and dialled the number I pointed to.That evening, I went with Nora to her home as usual. Well, I rarely slept i

Nora was silent all through our drive back home. I was silent too and it felt so awkward. When we got home, she carried me in her chest and put me in bed. "Get some rest. I'm going to have a walk in the garden" she said, and left. She didn't return until about two hours later, and she looked better. Her expression was calmer. "Please take me home, Aunty" i begged. The promise I made to my mom was to be by her side and protect her. Of course I had made the promise to her in my mind. And I was mandated to fulfill it because I loved my mom. I still love her so much, and I regretted calling her a dummy. "Please Aunty. I want to go meet mom" i pleaded. I didn't belong here even though it was warm and cozy and comfortable. It was not my home. She didn't say anything. She just went to her room, picked two clothes and a pair of pink shoes, together with few toiletries and bathing soap. I wondered what they were for. I waited at the door for her. I was actually sitting on the floor. For s