Cirque De Soleil, woooooooooooo [romance book recommendations .TXT] 📗

Prologue

New years day 2015. The light swinging from side to side. A damp dreary room in which over a hundred of murderers, rapists, thief’s and scum have sat. Waiting. Waiting. Waiting. The wait was not the worst, the worst was the big tall man with the devils eyes looking you up and down, up and down, up and down. His eyes pierce a hole in your bravery at the first look, at the first glance. He could just sit and they would spill the beans, but it wouldn’t work on me. His eyes may be painful to look at but something keeps me brave, my friend. My friend keeps me strong, the fact he ask me to remain silent is keeping me silent.
It was the war of silence. Who could stay silent the longest? Who would break first? Would I confess or would he start asking questions? Who knew? It was an open game. Either one of us could win.
“We know you know where he is. Where is he?”
“I don’t know what you’re going on about” I was lying, I knew what he was going on about, I knew everything. I know more than anyone. They are searching, searching for Mr. Alec Ferew. He’s been missing now for over eight months and the spotlight has turned on to me. They believe I know where he is, and they are right, I do, but I would never betray my friend. “Where is he? Mr. Alec Ferew could be in a lot of trouble and you know telling us where he is, would save him and you a lot of stress and bother”
“I swear I don’t know”
I will never betray my friend.
I never thought that I would be sat in an interview room at a police station under the charge of accessory for murder. Never. What would people say if they saw me now? They would think I have sunk as low as I could possibly sink but they don’t know half of it. They don’t know what I have gotten into. They don’t know the world I have entered. They don’t know and they will never know. It’s for us, only for us.

CHAPTER 1
The Buttons lived in the middle of the country, in a normal looking neighbourhood, in a normal looking house but they were not a normal family. A child was born and fed. A natural and beautiful thing to everyone but one family, the Buttons. Pregnancy and babies were a sin to the Buttons. To them to be given the trouble of raising a child was a punishment and so they treated it like a punishment. No love. No caring. No shoulder for a child to cry on. They gave this child an evil name, Lamia, which means "vampire" in Latin. Lamia never got a mention ever. Even as a baby, the Buttons treated her like dirt on the end of their shoe. They wouldn’t answer her cries, they wouldn’t feed her when she was hungry. She would be lucky to get a meal a day. She was lucky to remain alive. However, nobody would notice she was gone. The Buttons would see it as a gift to be relieved of this terror child and nobody else would know she even existed. But she survived… by a miracle she survived and she grew. She grew into a beautiful girl. Living in a not normal family, she lived a not normal childhood. She did every job physically possible in the house. Cleaning, tidying, scrubbing, shopping, cooking, and washing. If she or they wanted something done, she would have to do it herself. No matter what it would be, she would be the one to do it. That person is me. At the age of five I was saved from the Buttons and placed in an orphanage, to waste away, with others who either have no parents or have abusive parents. I sat alone often, in my own room. Alone. Solitary. I was being driven mad. I often stood in front of my mirror, looking at my bright red hair that flowed down my back. It went down to just below my shoulders. I went from foster house to foster house. Never really getting a real family. Someone to care for me. When I was young it stung everyday in my chest. But it started to fade, the hope that I would ever get to go that loving family. I still attended school, an I was glad. I knew without school I wouldn’t still be sane. I don’t love anything more than school.
I often get top grades. A* or A, but it always comes at a price. I have only one friend in the entire school and she only has me. We have almost every lesson together. Amelia her name is. She is isolated and bullied heavily by a group of girls in our year for being anorexic, but that only makes it worse.
Amelia and I spent most of our time together at school. We have all the same lessons and our lockers are right next door to each other. We couldn’t escape each other even if we tried. When I was allowed out of the orphanage I would often pop round to Amelia’s. Her family were brilliant. Her mother adored me – though I was sure that it was because she felt sorry for me. Her father ran a hiking goods store on the high street. It was extremely popular and so brought in a lot of money for the family. Then there was her older brother – Marcus. He was classic. He was the funniest lad in the town. You were assured a laugh when he was around.
Last of all, Amelia’s bedroom was huge. It was the size of the orphanage common room. She had a double bed furnished with silk covers and silk pillows. She had a walk in wardrobe, that contained every outfit imaginable. She had a sofa bed – that I slept on if I was having a rare sleepover – and also a large flat screen TV placed on her desk.
My room was the opposite. My room was a simple small bedroom. It had one single bed and a small desk – the size of a tray. The small desk was placed next to my bed on the far wall. The side of the bed touched it. The bed and the desk filled the length of that wall. The little stool that I had was tucked under the desk ready for me to pull out and sit on. It was one of the most uncomfortable stools in the world. I had no form of entertainment but a few reading books that I’ve read again and again. I wasn’t allowed to spend money on news ones. The orphanage staff wouldn’t allow “such ridiculous waste of money”.
The journey to the orphanage from the school was extensive. It took over an hour to walk back to the orphanage. Out the school gates, up to the main cross-section – 10 minutes, down the road right to the McDonalds – 20 minutes, walk through the fields – 10 minutes and then across the town – 20 minutes. Well, if I wanted to I could walk it in half the time but the longer I spent outside the orphanage the happier I felt. I hated being anywhere near the building. The building was a sight and a half. It was built of a pitch black stone, and looked thousands of years old. The wooden window frames were covered in rot. The glass was stained a cloud white.
Today was different. I had only just turned ten years of age. It was late September. The fields were starting to lose their summer flowers. It was starting to get cold and muddy underfoot. The rain was relentless. I headed slowly across the field, taking in every moment of freedom as I could. I heard a bark behind me. I turned. I could see a dog leaping about in the tall grass. I just kept walking. The bark was getting louder. I was expecting him to come running past me any minute. However a felt two great paws on my back forcing me down to the floor. My face slammed into the grass. Darkness covered over my eyes.
My eyes fluttered opened. I expected to see the dark dreary walls of the orphanage, but when I looked about I saw I was in the complete opposite. The walls were that of a caravan like place. I was lay on a sofa, covered by a collection of blankets. It was a caravan I was in, but it was a nice caravan. The kitchen looked like a proper kitchen and not just a sink and a kettle. Then the living area had the sofa I was lay on and a table with soft padded chairs circling it. Then a door into the bedroom. I looked down on the floor. Sprawled out on the floor was a large canine – a dog. It looked like it could reach over my head if it was up on it’s behind legs. It lifted up it’s head and barked. He scampered up and out of the caravan.
A few minutes later it returned, but behind him came a middle aged man. He looked towards me. He looked gentle and kind, with large brown eyes and long brown hair reaching down to his shoulders.
“Where am I?” I asked in less than a whisper.
“Just outside your village” he replied in a gentle tone, pulling a chair up so he could sit next to me.
“Who are you?” I asked getting slightly louder.
“Alec Ferew. And you?” he replied.
“Lamia Button” I replied in less than a whisper again. “How did I get here?”
“My dog knocked you over and knocked you out. I decided I couldn’t leave you, so I brought you back here.” He explained “I suppose I better take you home now your awake”
I nodded slowly. I knew I never wanted to return to the orphanage. And it must of shown.
“Don’t you want to go home?” He asked me.
“It’s not my home. It’s just an orphanage.” I replied so quietly I could hardly hear it myself.
“Well if you ever want a break from your orphanage, we’re here for the next two months so feel free to drop in” His invitation was a breath of fresh air. I had never had anyone invite me to anywhere before. I just nodded. I sat up and flipped my legs over the side of the sofa. I went to stand up but as soon as I put any weight on my ankle, it gave way forcing me to sit back down wincing in pain.
“Here. I’ll give you a piggy-back” he said turning around.
I climbed up on to his back. He picked up my school bag that had been placed at the end of the sofa. He headed out. It was only when I looked around when I realised where I was. We were in the field close to the forest. Except the field wasn’t empty anymore. A huge red and yellow tent was set up in the corner and around it was a forest of caravans.
“Are you a circus?” I asked him.
“Yes, Cirque De Soleil. Going around village to village showing off the talents of our amazing performances” he replied. I could just about see the smile of his face.
“Can I stay?” I asked him.
“You could stay for few hours, I suppose” he replied.

CHAPTER 2
He carried me into the tent. It was huge.