Richelle's pov
"Okay," I say, a wave of panic rushing through me, "I won't say anything else in front of him."
"Good," Amanda replies with a fake smile and letting go of me, making me fall to the ground with a thud, "You'd better not. And no questions, this is none of your business."
Vigorously, I nod my head and take a gulp before she strides out of the room, leaving me looking like a scared mess on the floor! I didn't even get any clothes! That'll make Noah suspicious! She should really think, but I'm not going to say anything about it to her. I can't end up in this position, again.
Before I can think any more a tall figure appears in front of me, which soon crouches and becomes clear. Noah! Gently, he reaches his hand out and places it on my shoulder.
"Hey," he says softly, looking me directly in the eyes, "you okay?"
Okay? I'm far from it! But, I can't say no because then I'll have to explain what happened which will lead me to getting hurt! So, I quickly nod my head yes.
Maybe a little too quickly, because Noah gives me a strange look, but says nothing. Instead of asking more questions, he helps me up, and asks if Amanda got me some clothes.
"No," I reply, thinking of am excuse quickly, "she had to make a phone call, and then she never came back."
"Oh," he says, a little confused as to why Amanda would do that, but shrugs it off, "come on, I'll help you chose some of her clothes. She won't mind."
He opens up her GIANT wardrobe, leaving me gobsmacked. How can one person have so many clothes? Dresses, skirts, shirts, jackets, jeans, it doesn't end! Noah picks me out a few outfits, and tells me to keep them. I hope Amanda doesn't mind...
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FanfictionAfter being kidnapped at the age of fifteen for ten years, Richelle Jackson finally escapes. She makes her way back to her village on foot and reaches her house. But she soon finds out that her family had moved a while ago, but there's still someone...
