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CHAPTER 8: YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND.

What do words mean? I get lost when I want to explain myself and I just don't know how. Words carry immense power, shaping emotions, relationships, and actions. They can uplift, break, or heal. Colossians 3:16-17 reminds us to use our words wisely, glorifying God in all we say and do. However, people often misuse words, causing harm or discouragement, sometimes intentionally. Words are like a melody to the soul, capable of profound impact. It's important to reflect on the weight of our own words, even when it's difficult to face their truth. The truth tends to hurt.

A week had finally passed after the whole incident. my father never came back to the house after the stance he pulled, and I was grateful to God for that. I didn't go to church in fear of facing Jason or facing my father's wrath. I couldn't visit my home instead I was stuck with three meals a day and no one to talk with. Nannu comes early in the morning makes my foods and leave with just a note telling me not to skip meals and to heat them up in the microwave. The notes were our only ways of communicating. I wanted to be free; I was still caged no matter what I did. I did the same things over and over again reading, sketching , listening to music and beating myself up for nothing. It was stressful.

 I just lay on my back on the carpet on the floor; the warmth from it was more comforting than my own bed. The doorbell rung faintly from a distance. I thought I heard it wrong and shut my eyes but it sounded again. I opened my eyes and sat up. 

'It can't be my door, can it?' I asked myself in disbelief. I heard it once more and stood up walking sluggishly to the door. I took a peek at the peep hole and couldn't believe my eyes. I was confused 'why was she here how did she know my house?' I whispered to myself.

I hurriedly opened the door and smiled at Abbie. I was never this excited to meet someone in my life till now. Tears formed in my eyes. and I hugged her. I knew I didn't want her as a friend because I thought she wasted her friendship on me but today I was really grateful for the friendship she had formed with me, and I wouldn't change it for anything.

'Hey, it's okay, I guess someone missed me ' She said giggling and hugging me back. I pulled myself and grinned at her that my cheeks hurt 

'I knew you cared too although you don't show it much' she said teasingly.

'Won't you invite me inside?' she asked sarcastically

'Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to keep you waiting. Please come in." I said excusing her to enter. 

'I normally don't have guests so pardon me.' I said shyly lowering my head 

'Doesn't matter' she said waving it off walking inside and gasping, astonished to see my house; it was normal on the outside but and an interior decoration theme of cottage. 

'So here's where you've been hiding all this while and now, I finally get to see it? 'She said staring at everything in my house from the furniture to the paintings on the wall to the fireplace.

'You've got a fireplace? she asked curiously examining it .Then it hit me 'how did she find my house?' I never brought anyone home, and she never dropped me off either

'Uh, Abbie?" I called out to her, hesitating.

'Yeah?' She answered still surveying the fireplace deeply accessing it 

'How did you know where I lived' I questioned not understanding how it was possible.

"Oh, there was this guy..." she began, her voice trailing off as she glanced around, deep in thought.

"He mentioned he got your address and asked me to come check on you, in case I was worried," she added, finishing her sentence.

'Guy?' I mumbled