The next morning, I woke up to the smell of eggs, bacon and pancakes.
Pancakes......
My mom used to make the best pancakes in the world.
Oh mom, I miss you so much.
I felt a tear escape from the corner of my eye.
I quickly wiped it, I didn't want Coran to see me like this.
I can take of myself.
I have to.
That's what mom and dad wanted.
They wanted me to be strong, to fight on my own and I will.
I will make them proud.
A knock on the door brought me back from my thoughts.
"Come in".I said
The door opened and came Coran with a tray full of omelette,bacon,pancakes and two cups of coffee.
"Good morning, love".He said in a cheerful tone.
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I was determined to get some answers from her.
I put the tray on the bed and plopped down on the bed facing her.
"Take a bite and tell me it's good.
I've spent hours on it!!!". I said dramatically.
Somehow, it made her smile.
Her smile was so beautiful, so pure.
"It's amazing,thank you".
I sipped my coffee,
"Try some pancake too".
"No, thank you.I'm full".
She said looking away.
"Clara-
I need some answers".
She was still looking away.
"Clara! I know you weren't on any trip here. When I...umm.. when I changed your clothes, I saw the cuts and scars".
"And they ain't any normal scars".
She didn't say anything but from the reaction her face had, when I mentioned scars,explained it all.
"Clara, if you won't tell me anything, how am I going to help you? The silence won't do you any good. If you believe in God, then you must know God helps those, who help themselves!".
She looked at me with empty eyes. Her lips moved as if to say something but she didn't.
"Clara, I'm reaching out to help you but it's upto you to take it or not ".
She didn't respond.
She just looked at me expressionlesly.
"Who did this to you and why?
What were you doing in those woods? Whom were you running from?" I screamed and slammed my fist on the bed.
She backed away.
Tears welled up in her eyes.
I moved towards her, "I'm sorry,I-"
I was cut off by her,"Don't touch me. Please just leave me alone. Go away! "
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it ".I said embarrassed.
I carried the tray,"You can take a shower if you want and I don't have any female clothes so you can wear mine".
She simply nodded.
Damn, my anger issues.
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"The Escape"
Mystery / ThrillerMy clothes were torn. I was covered in dust. My hair were sticky. My feet were bleeding from constant running. I just couldn't stop. I had to run. I had to get away. I kept telling myself over and over. They were right behind me.I didn't know ho...
