What is home?

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*Ash's POV*

I didn't know if I could trust the boy. He seemed sincere in wanting to help but if I had learned anything it was not to trust anyone. Honestly I might've stayed with him had I not planned for something else. We almost never talked  to my older sister Kat but when I had called about a week ago she had agreed to take us in. She had agreed to pick us up early in the morning today. We couldn't miss her.

Gravel crunched as she pulled in and me and Daniel rushed to get in the car. Kara had not been informed of us leaving, but she spent so much time being a secretary at the town hall that she was barely even home. She could take care of herself.

—Two hours later—

"Make yourself at home. Your room is down that hallway, second door on the left. First door is bathroom. This is the living room and of course the kitchen is directly behind us. That door leading off the living room is my room. Take reign and consider this your home."
She told us. I signed the information to Daniel and he teared up.
"Thank you..." he said.
Kat turned and saw the tears. Despite our filthiness she bent down and wrapped him in a hug.
I walked to our new room and set the few possessions I had down. The room was pristine clean, and didn't smell of alcohol. I went to shower and took my shirt off.
"Three days." I heard behind me.
I whirled around to find Kat.
"Those scars are three days old. Likely from his belt. Oh how I hated that damn belt."
She opened the cupboard and rummaged before pulling out a small bottle. She tossed it to me, and I proceeded to fumble catch it.
"Put that on the scar tissue. It might not get rid of it completely but it should make it less noticeable. I will be gone most of the time at the hospital working, and every once and a while I might have some friends over. Just don't destroy the place." She smiled and closed the door as she left.
I undressed and stepped into the shower.
The cold water seemed to finally break a trance I had been in for months.
Could I really be free? What will happen to me and Daniel?
And most importantly- what are we going to do from here?

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