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Blog Book Day 5

Hello, good morning. Before I get going, I just want to say something.Yesterday I learned how to play a song on the guitar. (Amazing Grace) I was thrilled. It's just incredible to me that I can touch the strings with a pick and make a beautiful sound. *mind blown*
Alright, here we go. Read it, like it,share it with all of your friends.




-She's here.
The biggest of the three stood from his game of cards and walked slowly over. He had crossed the distance in just a few steps.
-Hello Miss Vondola. We've been waiting for you.
The giant man breathed putrid air in her face. She gagged and turned to bolt, but the man grabbed her.
-Aah! Let me go!
She squirmed uselessly in his grip. His hand was large enough to wrap around her arms and torso so only her feet could move. He tightened his grip until she could hardly breathe. Then he brought her close to his face.
-Master Hototo has wanted to meet you for quite some time now, deary.
The two other men were nearby laughing now. Horrid, croaky, deep, rumbling roars of laughter.
-C'mon! Let's go take our prize back to Olympus.
-Yeah!!
The two cheered. Suddenly a black mist appeared around them and shrouded everything from view. When it disappeared, everything was different. They were in a garden with the most beautiful roses. Rei winced as a screaming began in her head. It grew louder and louder until she almost couldn't bear it. She close her eyes.



-Mommy, I'm scared.
-It's alright, little Rei. Whatever happens it will be for God's glory and the good of those that love Him.
Screaming. Her mom dropped her on the cold ground, when she looked up, the screaming form of her mother disintegrated. 
-No!!!
She looked around, her father's and brothers' screaming bodies turned to ash as well. 



Voices. Voices muttering softly in the next room.
-I need to care for her. Surely you understand? He has big plans for her. I cannot ruin that.
-Drogo, are you perfectly sure?
-Yes.
-I will cover for you then.
-Thank you so much.


-Rei, do you confess to having accepted Jesus Christ as your Lord and Saviour?
-Yes sir.
Rei's bright eyes sparkled with excitement. In the crowd below, she knew Jacob was smiling.
-I hereby baptize you my sister, in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. Buried in the likeness of his death, raised to walk in a new way of life.



The bigger boy punched the smaller.
-You little twerp. You're nothing more than a punching bag!
He swung again and again.
-Hey. Cut you cut that out right now.
A bold girl, half the size of the bigger boy stepped between him and his victim.
-Why should I?
-Because I said so.
She stated sassily puttining her hands on her hips..
-Whatcha gonna do about it? Tickle me? Little Guuuurrrlll.
The boy swung his fist toward her, she caught it in the air and side kicked his rib cage. He swung again, she ducked and punched straight up hitting him in the chin. Then she kicked his feet out from under him and stood over him.
-Don't ever touch this boy again.
- I-I w-won't.
The boy scrambled up and ran into the distance. Rei turned to the smaller boy behind her who was tenderly touching his eye.
-Are you okay?
-I think so. Thanks for sticking up for me. My name is Henry.
-I'm Rei. Why don't you come to my house, I will get you cleaned up.


Rei opened her eyes, acutely aware of the frigid temperatures. She was in a bare icy room with no windows. Fear and cold began to overtake her. The screaming in her mind began again, along with a whisper.
-You are worthless. You tried to show that you could do something, now look where you are. You are going to die in a freezer. Your life was a waste of time.
-No, you're wrong.
-Nobody loves you.
-Jacob loves me. Henry loves me. Mom and dad loved me. My brothers loved me. My church family loves me.
-Where are they now, then?
-I don't know.
Rei closed her eyes and tucked her knees close to her chest and shivered.
-I don't know. But I hope that someone finds me soon.
-They won't.
-Shut up.

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