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Got away

Chapter 5- Got away

It has been about a week and a half since we got back from the cabin, really high security, like a whole new security system, windows and doors have extra and or new locks. I have hardly seen Morg but that's not exactly a bad thing, i mean i see him for training, when we wake up and go to bed, but otherwise i don't see him as much as I had for a week. We have school in about 2 hours, we have the same schedule but when I have band he has a 'study hall' which I think we all know he will use for business or drinking. I took a shower last night and blew dried it because I didn't feel like doing it in the morning, aka right now, because one I have to get Bree ready. We have to take bree with, lucky she isn't very fussy and she'll end up on my back most of the time, she will be with her father during his study hall, which will be good bonding time for them since he is never around, alone, with her any more.

"HURRY UP! You still have to get Bree ready!" I hear from the other side of the door and roll my eyes as I walk in the closet looking for something to wear, grabbing distressed mom jeans, a slightly oversized black metallica tee and some white platform lace up shoes. Since I don't feel like doing much with my hair I put it in two boxer braids.

Heading back in the room I look through Bree's drawers grabbing a long sleeve floral romper, white socks and 2 light pink bows, and not to forget 2 extra outfits in case she gets super messy and stuff. Putting 12 diapers in the diaper bag, which will be kept in one of our lockers, we have been given extra passing time to get diapers changed and stuff like that done. As soon as I get the wipes and other stuff in the diaper bag Bree gets up, smiley as usual. I quickly change her and her diaper, dampening her hair, using a bristle brush and four clear elastics, i put her hair into 2 little pig tails on the top of her head, putting a bow on each one. Taking her and the diaper bag down stairs, I set her in her high chair giving her a tortilla with a little peanut butter on them, letting her munch on them. While she is eating I get sippy cups with juice ready, no spill containers with freeze dried apples, yogurt drop and cheese puffs ready. And not to mention her lunch ready, I put all of it in the diaper bag and one container and a sippy cup in my bag to help carry it around.

Sadly, and a little bit good, I put Paci in the bag as well. I think at the end of the school year I want to have her weaned off of it because it's bad for her teeth. Morg walks in and lights up when he sees Bree in the kitchen and up at this hour, we have "work release" for the first hour so right now it is only like 6:30, which is slightly early for her but for the past week we have been getting her up at this time so she will do it by herself and we still have a happy baby in the morning. But getting her up means putting her to bed earlier.

"I need to talk to you." he walks over with a stern look on his face, it is stern enough to make me think that I'm in trouble.

"Bout what?" I hand him a breakfast bar and I eat one myself.

"It's time for you to test.. Test your strength and see if you can handle killing people and being torchered in case you are kidnapped." my hands go into fists as I finish eating my bar.

"Last i fucking checked is im the babysitter you dont give a fuck about." did I forget to mention that he has kinda treated me like shit the past week, it's like he completely forgot what happened during our stay in the cabin.

"Don't swear at me. You will be the first person to go down because the thing I care about is Bree, so yeah you have to go through the whole damn training if not even more." ouch that hurt.

"You finish getting her ready, I need to step away." I walk out of the kitchen, up the stairs and into our bathroom where I quickly do my makeup and take care of any personal hygiene, i don't forget to grab the baby carrier. I head back down stairs to where the two of them are waiting by the door for me, I grab my bag and water bottle.