Amara POV
What seemed like years of walking could have only been 2 days worth of ducking into bushes when people from my town drove by.
I had abandoned my hair bonnet and undid my neat bun.
Letting my rebel curls hang loose, while it twisted and turned in the slight breeze.
Sighing I shaded my eyes from the sun.
Humming to the buzzing of the bees I remembered the dull ache of my wound.
Numbly I pressed my fingers to the red blotch of half dried blood that was hidden under my bonnet cloth that I tied around my shoulder.
Pretty positive it hit some nerves because that arm was completely limp.
No use to me now.
Looking towards the sun, my mind recounted how to tell time by daylight.
Ma taught me that.
Told me if I ever got lost let the sun guide me.
So I did, and I followed it.
When the sun went away I followed the brightest star I could see.
On Day 1 of my great escape I had passed out multiple times.
Never remembering anything but the sudden image of the ground rushing up to meet my face.
How shakey my legs felt when I awoke.
I couldn't survive out here for much longer, I hadn't brought any food in my attempt to flee.
Noting the slight rumbling growl that came from my stomach I looked around for any fruit trees.
To my bad luck there was none.
My thirst couldn't be helped either unless I wanted to drink my own sweat.
The little view of my olive colored skin on my nose scrunched up.
Just the Idea of drinking my own sweat, or pee was disturbing.
Plus I wasn't that desperate yet.
A car honked.
I tilted my head peeking through the rebellious curls that tangled and twisted at the slight movement of my head.
A young boy, maybe about my age or a little older sat in a old beat up station wagon.
"Hey? You alright?" he called something about his voice made my heart calm.
It seemed as though I could trust him but I was still cautious.
"Yeah I'm fine, just got a long walk ahead of me" I flashed a small smile at him, hoping there was nothing in my teeth.
The car's low rumble of its engine soon died and the reddish station wagon came to a stop by my side.
"Look if you need a ride I've got you" his voice neared and as he got closer he let out a small whistle.
"What happened to your arm?"
A long pause.
"Hey? Did you hear me?"
His hand closed around my injured shoulder and I cried out.
The pain shooting through me, and the memories of my father and his gun clouded my sight.
"Woah there" his gruff voice rang in my ears.
I couldn't respond, it was like the pain glued my mouth shut.
His hands peeled back the makeshift bandage I kept tied tight to my shoulder.
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Action"Amara." his croaky voice called for me.. No I must not.. Cannot turn back no! no! My body burned under his controlling voice. I would not face the man who slayed my mother. I would not face the man who called to me when he was lonely. I was no pe...
