Gone

Chapter 8

A few hours later, Daniel came back.  

"We're going out of the house today. Cover your scars. Clean yourself up." 

"Where are we going?" 

"None of your business now get dressed!" Daniel said angrily. 

For the first time I open my drawers. I look through all the clothes and decide to wear a light blue longsleeve top, and a pair of blue skinny jeans. 

I wore my long, thick, brown hair down. It reaches the middle of my back. I started to reach for the brass knob of my bedroom door, but it was locked. I totally forgot! Daniel made me think he left it unlocked. I hear the knock sequence.

"Hello Cameron!" I said cheerfully. 

"Hello my queen, he replied back goofily, Wow you look beautiul." 

"Thank you, you do too! Well handsome I guess." I said, blushing at my mistake. 

Cameron laughed a little before pulling me into a hug. After we finish I observe his outfit. He is wearing a dark blue polo shirt, and some jeans. 

"Where are we going?" I said.  

"I have no idea." he said back. 

We started to talk about escaping, and Cameron said that its almost time. This was so suprising, considiring the fact that the amount of things he collected was so small. Apparently that wasn't even half of what he collected. He explained that when he used to dispose of the bodies, he would take all that he has collected and place it in this old shack he found. He says there's enough to survive for years. Plus, Cameron knows how to survive in the wilderness, and can build things really well. Daniel doesn't know where the shack is either because Cameron buried the bodies two miles west, and two miles north of the shack. 

Our conversation is interrupted by Daniel coming down the stairs. Cameron runs to the closet, back through the hole, and into his room. Daniel opens my door, and slaps me in the face. 

"Let's go princess." he said 

"What was that for?!" I replied. 

"I felt like it." 

We walk out the door and stop by Cameron's room. He comes out and we hug. Then Daniel grabs me and pulls me off Cameron and shoots him a dirty look. We then head up the stairs, and into a car.