The weeks were slow, the days long… boring and the pain was excruciating. I had no visitors coming to wish me to get well. I was grateful that Jamie and Earl left me alone but sad that my sister never came in my room when I was on bed rest. I was very sad not to see her…every second I worried for her. I cared for her so much; and yet I couldn’t be there for her now. If I find out Earl touched her in any way I would make him regret the day he had. As soon as I’m better, my plan for escape will resume.
My ribs are healing faster than my leg and it’s getting easier to breath. My leg always itched, but I couldn’t reach the itchy part because it was in a damn cast. I would sleep all day until my tutor came and then sleep when she left. After about the fifth week Eric let me go home but only if I stayed in bed. (Wow that sucks!)
Every time I needed something Earl made me beg or scream to get it, the only things I asked for was my medication or meals. When I would ask to see Cristal he would just say “No” and walk out the room. I started to get fed up with his shit and just dealt with the pain, sometimes I would cry myself to sleep. By the time the eighth week came I could get out of bed and get things for myself; I was so happy! For three reasons. One, I could get my own medication without Earl making me beg; two I could see Cristal again and three my plan of escape would resume soon. I could hardly wait to get out of this hell whole. I just recently found out that my mother had a brother. At one time I was unaware to where we would hide out when we run, but once I found out this information I knew that would be the best place for us to live; I would tell him everything.
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RandomI run so fast like my life depends on it. Never wanting to look back as I grab her hand and pull us further away from the dreadful cabin. What he did to her was unforgivable, to us, to all of them. If they couldn't tell their own story, I guess I wo...
