He was in much shock and didn't know what to say. He invited me in and took my bag to the guest room.
"What are you doing here?" he said.
"I wanted to meet you."
"Did you read the letter?"
"Not exactly, like not the whole thing."
"Come on in this room and get some rest we will discuss this in the morning."
I went into the room. It had blue walls and a white border on the top. I felt like this was my home and that I have been here before. I went into the bed and fell asleep immediately.
I woke up the next morning afraid that Sharon was looking for me. She probably doesn't even know I'm gone. Uncle Kevin came in to the guest room and gave me a nice meal. A tray with a nicely designed plate and on the plate was an egg sunny side up, my favorite. There was also a side of bacon, still sizzling from the stove. He set it down on my lap and then got situated right beside me.
"Good morning!" He said in a pleasant voice. "How did you get here?"
"I had some money and I got on a train to Andrew's street." I said.
"Does your mum know about this?"
"No!" I said nervously and thinking that she wasn't my mum but an aunt maybe.
"Oh, bloody he... heck." he said trying not to cuss in front of me. "We have to take you back home."
"I don't want to go back."
"Well, why not?"
"It's Sharon, I believe there is a secret she is keeping from me and I think she may have killed her boss and, and see these marks..."
"Okay, okay I understand but I can't keep you here," he said interrupting me. He got up cleared his throat like he was going to speak but he just walked out of the room. I stared at the empty doorway. Why couldn't I stay with him? I started eating like I was a lion feasting on a deer because I have not had a meal like this in a while.
I stayed in bed because I didn't know where to go if I got up. Uncle Kevin came back in and said, "Do you want to watch television or something?"
"No, I'm fine, thank you." I said.
"Well, you're not going to stay in bed all day that's for sure."
"No, absolutely not." I kind of shouted and kind of chuckled.
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The Lonely Girl
Teen FictionI started writing this when I was about 12 so bare with me. I will try to work on it more, one to make it better and two to try to finish it. Let me tell you a little story. A story that is not as happy as you might think. This story is about a lit...