The Lost Lunas Mates

In the dead of night after passing out after a long shift i heard a voice shout.... "Wake up" "What, who is that?" "I said wake up" "Why whos there?" "I wont tell you again" "Ok ok" I groaned as I tried to wake up. Who's voice was that i wondered to myself. For some reason I wasn't afraid of the voice i had heard it was almost calming. I open my eyes, sit up and look around my dark room. I see nothing. No person no shadows no light just nothing. Just black. It must of been a dream I told myself as I laid back down. My mind swirling with what had just happened. This wasn't the first time I thought I had heard a voice in my head. I actually used to think i had an imaginary friend in my head. My bed feels like heaven right now after the day ive had. I really didnt want to move if i didnt have to. I was exhausted to my bones. I had spent the last 12 hours working at the steel works factory. Everyone always told me it was a man's job but at 5ft 11 and having a muscular figure from years of working out, my mother said i could fit in and work as hard as any of the men there. Don't get me wrong there were a few other women there but I worked on the big heavy machinery they did the smaller tasks around the works. I wasn't a skinny girl but I certainly wasn't big just muscular arms and legs, so i never really understood my mom saying that about me however i had curves in all the right places my friend Kate told me. I need sleep. I need my body to recover. This job is hard on my body but i dont complain it keeps me out of this hell hole. Its not an easy job but I enjoy it and I have made some amazing friends. Kate, Max and Jenny were the best parts of my life right now. My family make me work so they dont have to. It's unfair but it gets me away from them I guess. They have not been the best parents at all. They refused to let me finish school because that meant friends and freedom and heaven forbid I ever wanted to get a better job and leave this place. Tomorrow is my 18th birthday and I need some sleep so im ready for my birthday celebrations. I didn't tell my parents but I took the day off work so I could enjoy my day without being told I wasn't allowed this year because they wont question me working or even if im working late. I would just leave for work as always and come home when i was ready. If im honest they would actually tell me it was good i didnt want my birthday as it wasnt important anyway. I never had a birthday party or cake. They chose to treat themselves to a fancy dinner somewhere every year and leave me with Miss Emery from next door. She was the only one who had ever been kind to me. Knowing it was only on my birthday they asked her to babysit me she would sneak over a small cake and candle just so I could celebrate. She was the highlight of my year until 4 years ago when she moved away to look after her grandchildren. Thankfully my friends have made sure i get to have an amazing fun filled day this year at the carnival in the next town over and then they are taking me to my club so we can drink (legally) and dance the night away. As I start to drift back off to sleep, I hear that voice telling me to wake up again. Seriously am I losing my mind? I start to sit up when I hear it louder now. "Your in danger" it says. "Why? What is going on who are you?" I whimpered looking round my room again starting to feel scared now. "Please trust me Bella Walker wake up and leave" the voice said to me almost begging. "You need to leave this house. I will explain when we are safe. I want to tell you everything but right now we need to leave" the voice says. "We?" I said to the voice with no response. I think on it for a few minutes staring at the ceiling in my dimly lit bedroom. I check my alarm clock it reads 11.55 just 5 minutes until my birthday. Why today of all days is this happening? I was finally 18 tomorrow. I could finally leave this house and my mother behind in just 5 minutes. I would miss my father a little but only because he showed some kind of interest in me when mom wasnt around. Although i needed to save a little more money and hide it like i have been doing but at least at midnight I knew it was now a possibility. She couldn't stop me when I turned 18 if I wanted to leave. Every year I had counted down until I was 18 and able to escape her and her control. Every year I had written in my diary that I was 1 year closer to my freedom and my own happiness. I hear a noise on the landing outside of my room. I have always had amazing hearing I have no idea why but I can hear things that happen that no one else can. It's always been a party trick of mine. I remember one day back when I was 9 or 10 and my "friend" at the time, Abby, had been hiding from me whilst we played some silly game she made up. I heard her from a long way away talking to someone saying how I would never find her and how she hoped id just go home and stop following around. I stopped in my tracks to listen to what she was saying. She said to whoever she was with that she was only my friend because mom paid her to be. I just stood there and cried for a moment before I turned and walked home. I was heartbroken and didn't speak to my mom for a whole week after that. I never did tell her that I found out and i never spoke to Abby again either. I scramble out of bed throw a few bits of clothing and some shoes in a bag from my wardrobe, grab my phone and car keys before I head to my window. I run back to my bedside table and grab my envelope of hidden savings and my laptop. I might need them if this voice is right but why am i trusting this voice? This isn't making sense but for some reason this voice makes me feel safe. It's a long way down to the ground as we live in a 3 story house and im shoved away in the tiny attic room. I have never understood how my parents could afford a house like this when they do nothing all day. Like literally nothing at all. I barely saw them leave the house unless it was to take me to school. They even got the food delivered. I think the weirdest part was we always had nice cars and I even had a private education for a while. As I got older I had tried to ask if we were rich but mom just said it was none of my business so I never asked again.