Escape

Chapter 4

-Arthur-

"What do you mean by that?" I looked at Clare from across the room. "Well," she answered, "we can't keep living like this. Mom will kill us." I looked down and set my bowl on the floor. "we have talked about this. In two years I can legally move out. I will get is out of here soon, alright?" Clare began crying and screamed. "You felt how far mom went this time. I love you, Arthur, and in less than two years, mom will kill you eventually." She sat and started crying harder, " I don't want to lose you. You are my brother." I stood up and sat next to her. I put my arms around her and she turned and cried into my chest. We sat silently, not saying a word. I thought about what she said. Maybe I would die, and what would happen to Clare? Maybe we do need to leave.

-Clare-

I cried for a while and then sat up and wiped my eyes. I looked up at Arthur and a tear escaped my eye. Arthur wiped it away with the palm of his hand and said, "Ok, so,whats the plan?" I looked at the wall and thought. I didn't have a plan really. I never thought that far. Then I quietly said," Well, Arthur, your old enough to get a job right? And I could find a small job. We could find a place to live and until then, we could live at the safe house." we sat in silence for a while. "We should start packing. we need to pack light." Arthur whispered into my ear. We stood up and he went to his room to pack and I stayed in mine. I grabbed my school backpack and threw some stuff in it: 3 shirts, a pair of pants, an extra pair of shoes and some socks. That didn't fill the bag, but it's all I own. Lastly I grabbed my stuffed rabbit. Daddy gave it to me when he was sick, before he died. I turned and saw Arthur in the doorway with a backpack too. "When should we leave?" I asked him. "Mom will go to the bar tonight. That's a good time to leave, she will be there till about midnight. That's the usual time she returns, if not, later." He replied while taking my bag and setting it on my bed, along with his.

The clock stroke 10pm and we were ready. Arthur grabbed our bags and we stood in the middle of my room. "Well, it's time to go. Are you ready?" Arthur asked me. "I think so." I replied shakily. We headed downstairs and stood in front of the door. The same door that danger has walked through so many times, and the same door that happiness used to walk through many years ago. We were about to walk through that door of memories one last time.