The Holocaust Story "Never Again"

Chapter 11. Time to run

Thomas P.O.V

I couldn't sleep. I stayed awake watching her go to sleep, she told me I didn't have to but I felt it was the right thing to do. I stood up and rubbed my eyes, I walked out and closed the door quietly behind me. Now what..you have a Jew in your house along with a baby and your sister. I wasn't trained for this..

I knew soon we would have to get moving. Even though we dumped and burn all the evidence of a Nazi being here, we didn't have much time before they come back confused where there members went. It's best if we stay low. I walked into the bathroom and looked through the cabinets when I saw hair dye. 

"I could dye her hair," yawned a voice.

My sister stood at the door way.

"Well it would be a good idea. Maybe blond can work."

She smirked,

"This should be fun, but you need sleep. I'll watch her, you've been up for the last couple of hours."

I yawned and walked into her room throwing myself on the bed. Nap time.

Sasha's P.O.V

I opened my eyes slightly and stretched. I turned to see Gena who was past out on the chair in the corner. Why was she here. I sat up and saw Angel still asleep on my side. I quietly left the room and towards the living room. 

"You're awake," said a voice.

I turned quickly to see Thomas. I took a breath of relief.

"Sorry didn't mean to scare you."

I shrugged. He walked into the kitchen,

"Here I'll make you something to eat. When Gena wakes up were gonna do something fun."

"Like what," I mumbled.

He turned to me with a bowl of cereal smiling,

"Hair dying."

I raised one of my eyebrows.

"What color."

"Blond. That's all I could find."

I grabbed the bowl and began to chow down.

"You know I never got your name."

I stopped. He's right, I know his yet he doesn't know mine. Probably because I didn't trust him...but he earned my trust. I swallowed the cereal,

"Sir Thomas, my name is Ma'am Sasha."

I held out my hand and he smiled shaking it.

"Pleasure to meet you madam."

We both laughed and ate our cereal.

"Is it morning already," yawned Gena.

"Yes it is. You know what that means."

Her eyes widened.

"YAY!" she screamed jumping up and down.

She grabbed my hand and dragged me to the bathroom,

"I've always wanted to dye someone hair."

"I can tell," I mumbled.

She grabbed the dye and some other materials. It stings for awhile but after awhile it was alright. She placed a bag over my head.

"Alright bag lady please wait as I try and do mine."

"Are you sure you don't need help," yelled Thomas from the kitchen.

"FINE!"

I heard running and he ran in. I walked out as they begun laughing and walked into my room I guess.

"Hey Angel," I smiled.

She was awake and looking at me. I fed her a bottle and looked down at her. She smirked.

"You silly girl."

The door opened to see two more plastic bag people.

"Well, we have to wait for awhile before we take them off."

I nodded. It was alright for me.

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Gena brushed my new blond hair. I looked....so different and weird.

"You'll get used to it. So now no one will notice you."

"So what now," I asked.

"Well were on the run for now. We're going tonight. Probably to a new town and blend in."

I nodded. Anything for Angel.

I walked back into my room and took out my journal. It's been awhile.

Dear LifeBook,

It's been a roller coaster, to crazy and to many turns. It makes me sick to be on it but I have to as there is no exit just yet.

I now am wanted like any other person like me. I still will keep my oath to Angel and never dishonor it. No matter what happens it's staying ti'll the end. Ti'll the end of this crazy world. Hopefully it's not as long yesterday and it's better.

February 3rd.

3 years later.....

To be continued In the next chapter....hehehehhee.