Yeah they've done been doing a really good job of it so far. There's been tonnes of protection so far. Real buckets full. You know they don't know about that so how can they protect you. They're doing the best job they can. They've done a pretty crappy job so far. They love you. They don't. They care about you. No they don't. Yes they do Charlie, they love you.
Finally, we arrived at where he was supposed to pick us up.
"Okay everyone keep an eye out for uncle Gareth" Exclaimed Dad in a cheerful way.
Quickly Julie's eyes flared up. She was panicked. She was shocked. "I thought we were going to the cabin first?"
"No we said on the plane we were going to unce's house first" Said my brother who had joined us for this trip.
It was clear Julie's heart had sped up increasingly faster and she was on verge of tears.
I immediately saw him. I put off telling them for as long I could so that I could save me and Julie some time. Soon afterwards my brother spotted him and we were headed towards him. I could feel the bile rising again I held it down the best I could and took a step forwards to my nightmare...
He quickly greeted us in his strong Canadian accent and we soon began walking. Sadly, on the way to his car he decided that the best person for him to walk with would be me. He tried to politely take my bag but as soon as his skin touched mine i flinched and withdrew my hand. I couldn't do this. I needed to run. Just breath. Walk away slowly. You can do this. One foot in front of another. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right.
"Okay its this car." He drooled pointing towards a rather expensive silver car. Dad and James (my brother) looked impressed by the car that they wouldn't have noticed the look of dread on mine or my sisters face. They wouldn't have noticed the the sweaty hands i had that I rubbed against my thighs. They wouldn't have noticed the way Julie flinched every time he walked near her. They wouldn't have noticed the way I took a step back to save myself brushing against him.
Half an hour into the car drive we stopped of at a cafe called Tim Horton's. The monster bought me an iced lemon drink and a doughnut. I had no appetite for it and just scraped up the water droplets that slid down the side of the cup with my finger. It looked like Julie had no appetite either and she slowly stirred her drink with the straw.
We soon left the cafe into and emerged ourselves into hell...
Authors notes: This is a part 2 of this chapter.
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Barely alive
Ficção GeralSometimes do you just want to escape? Run from everything you hold dear to you. For me that isn't an option. I'm trapped inside my own prison. My own mind...my own story. But hey it could be worse. So enough dawdling let's get this party started...
