Be Eaten Up with Love

Chapter 12: The Cruel Past

I stayed in Hai city for one night and planned to take the next day's bus to return to Liang city.

In the evening, I had insomnia in the hotel.

the scenes of the past fewer years were replayed like a street lamp in my mind.

Fourteen years ago, my father was the vice mayor of Liang City, and he played an important role in the political arena of Liang City.

As we all knew that the big tree will suffer more. When my father had more power, he will be hatred by more people. Enemy in the political arena will do anything to achieve their goals at all costs!"

When I was six years old, my sister (who was five years older than me) and I was kidnapped by a group of people. We were trapped in a small hotel for two days, then my sister and I jump out of the window to save a life. But my sister’s leg was broken during the process. I cried in horror and the crying alarmed the robbers. Then we were caught again, they beaten us severely. My sister even lost her consciousness and had a high fever of more than 40 degrees.

Later, I was abducted and sold to a remote mountain village in the northwest.

But my sister is nowhere to be found......

The family that bought me was live in the ditch, they lived in the dilapidated house, the couple had married for more than ten years, but they did not have a child, thus they collected 8,000 yuan to buy me from the traffickers.

I tried to escape after being abducted. I hided in the mountains for a day and a night. When my adoptive parents found me, they beaten me heavily. There, I need to do farm work and I need work on the ground. I have no warm clothes all year round, and my food is invariable potato steamed bun. Even now I remind that kind of life, I am all trembling!

We will know some of the sufferings only after suffering it, if I had never lived in the ditch, I may still be a greenhouse flower, and could not stand a bit of suffering.

When I was ten years old, the son of our widow neighbor came back from big city and he bought a mobile phone. I took the opportunity to call 110 secretly that mobile phone.

Finally, I was rescued!

Sometimes, I think life is joking with me. When I waited my parents in the police station,they had a car accident on the highway and then died after ineffective rescue.

I cried for several days after hearing the sad news, and I blamed myself for killing them.

If they did not come to pick me up, they would not die.

At their funeral, I swore that I would find my sister and find out who had kidnapped us, and then I would never let that person go!

Now fourteen years has passed, all the evidence is gone. The Public Security Bureau is just pay lip service. As for my sister's whereabouts, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack.

I always pay attention to the cases of abduction and trafficking uncovered in recent years.

I don't let any trace go. I believe my sister must be alive.

But today, the woman who broke her leg gave a heavy punch to me! My sister was 11 years old when she was abducted. At that time, she had a high fever and had lost her consciousness and her leg was broken. Traffickers can't treat her kindly, so is she still alive?

Even if she was alive, would she break her leg by others and beg in the street now? Content property of NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Or, as for her age, it's most likely to be sold to men as wives. I've heard that some girl would be sold to remote areas to have children for man at the age of thirteen or fourteen.

The more I think about it, the more frightened I am. Finally, I huddle up and hide in the quilt......

In the evening, I dreamed of that woman who had broken her leg. Her face turned into my sister’s. She looked at me resentfully and accused me of not saving her, thus her leg had been amputated by others.

I woke up from my sleep with scream in horror.

"I can't wait any longer. I can't waste any more time. I want to save her. I hurt her. If I did not cry at that time, we couldn't be caught." I opened the quilt and took out my cell phone from my bag, then I found Katherine's phone number in my address book.

"Katherine, please send your uncle's telephone number to me. I have something to do with him."

Wayne Gilbert, only he can help me......

My whole body feel weak, and I was very confused.

And the words---Wayne Gilbert are like a floating wood when I was drowning......

Suddenly, I found that everything was not important, even the pride, self-esteem, face or even body was not important. if I could find my sister, I don't care if I sell my dirty body.

"Ah, Lydia, are you kidding me. You want my uncle's phone in the middle of the night. Are you not dreaming and creaming in the evening?"

"Katherine, I need his help."

Then Katherine sent Wayne Gilbert’s phone to my mobile phone. Looking at this unfamiliar phone numbers, I saw a glimmer of at once.