Disappearance: A broken Wing

Sore

 Tiredness, pain, hunger—those were all the emotions I was feeling as I was still tied up. After hours and hours of hanging with no clothes and open wounds, I began to feel emotionally sick. I was ready to die when Hito put a gun to my head, but ever since Baxton told me he would help me escape, I was starting to feel hopeful again. Maybe I could actually end up leaving this place for good.

"I hope you learned your lesson?" Hito stated this while walking in front of me. "Is Sally alright?" "Yeah, she's fine." Hito untied me, and I collapsed to the ground. My body felt so weak; heck, I couldn't even stand. Hito picked me up and helped me walk back to the house. "Leo, get her cleaned up and have Baxton bandage her." "Yes sir." Leo took my arm and led me to the bathroom. "I love seeing you naked. You should get in trouble more often; maybe I'll see more of you." I wanted to tell him off, but I held my tongue. Leo ran ice water and placed me in the tub. I let out a little squeal due to the temperature. Leo took a rag and washed the blood off of me. He went extra slow, enjoying the fact that I was exposed to him.

"BAXTON!" Leo yelled in my ear. Baxton busted through the door like he was ready to fight someone. "What?" "She's clean. Patch her up." "Don't yell my name like that. I thought something had happened." "Whatever." Leo threw down the rag and walked out of the bathroom. Baxton grabbed a towel and began to dry me off, with my permission, of course. Baxton dug into the cabinet and pulled out a roll of bandages. Carefully, he began to wrap my chest.

"How did your parents die?" I blurted out. "Car wreck. A drunk driver killed my parents, and if I was in that car, I would have died." "Where were you?" "I spent the night at a friend's house. Honestly, I wish I was in that car, because then my uncle wouldn't have had to take care of me. The things I saw, did, and heard made me want to leave when I turned eighteen, but I could have never escaped my uncle's watch. I wish I had died with my parents." "I'm glad you didn't, because then I wouldn't have met you."

Baxton stopped wrapping me up and stared straight into my eyes. Looking into his eyes, I felt like no matter what the world put me through, as long as I had those eyes to stare back at, I would be alright. Staring at Baxton brought up feelings inside of me that I thought were nonexistent. "BAXTON, HURRY UP. I NEED YOU TO FEED THE PIGS IN THE BARN." "COMING." Baxton yelled. Just like that, we were no longer staring at each other. Baxton finished up with the bandage and left me to be. As I was about to walk out the door, Baxton grabbed my hand and whispered, "You will escape. I will make sure of it." Man, I hope he's right."