I didn't sleep. Laid wide awake hugging a pillow tightly watching the door intently fearing They may discover my location and the police figure out what we did and come and arrest us. My mind taunting me with memories. It's all I think about, I'm constantly looking over my shoulder more frequently now. I've got a emergency bag packed if I have to run. However for now I have to continue life.
Emerging from tent tiredly my eyes heavy and exhausted, I wander aimlessly hugging my body, holding myself to together. My hair a tangled mess hanging at my hips, my face pale and dark. I feel like death. When They come... At least I'm prepared to die.
"Angel" Ethel calls with Pepper skipping along side her, I pause inhaling deeply calming myself placing a smile in my face attempting to mask my pain, unsuccessfully of course. Pepper smiles hugging me, lifting my spirits a little as they take my hands guiding me into Ethel's room. "You're not your usual happy self" Ethel says guiding me to sit, "What's the matter?" She asks sitting opposite me as Pepper sits beside her arms wrapped around me her head resting on my side.
"Bad dreams" I choke shakily, lifting and resting my arm over Pepper hugging her, the small embrace continuing to lift my spirits."The dreams aren't real. We're here for you and cared for you. Just remember that" She ensures motherly before "Turn, face the mirror" She instructs friendly as I do, she passes Pepper a wooden bristle hair brush instantly Pepper smiles widely guiding the hair brush through my hair. "We've got to get you back to normal" Ethel smiles laying makeup out on the table in front of me as Pepper nods her head rapidly, tugging lightly on my hair untangling the knots. Her smile intoxicating, forcing a smile to grow across my face.
Ethel applies light makeup, styling and pinning my hair away from my face, as Pepper watches intensely holdng my hand. "And we're done"Ethel says finishing the final touches revealing my look, very natural with a little eyeliner. Pepper claps happily at my finished look seizing my hand yanking my out of Ethel's room, "Thank you!" I call happily as I am forcibly pulled away running through the grounds before we halt suddenly.
A tralior? Observing from my window a trailor driving along the dusty track towards the camp. Skipping outside as the trailor drives pass me with "The Strong Man" written in bold along the side of the trailor following, "Angel!" Ethel calls waving me over just as I was going to investigate the trailor. "What's the matter?" I ask confused "Don't go near him." "What? Why?" "I used to know him and well he's bad new." Ethel says sternly before returning to her trailor, Ethel knew him? Watching from a distance seeing Jimmy and the others crowding around the new arrival as a bald, muscular man steps of the trailor followed by a reasonably tall, black woman. How does Ethel know him? Why is he bad news?
Diary,
If there's one thing I've learnt since coming here it's that happiness is a fickle emotional. Rarely ever happening but in the small moment it glows lighting everything and everyone it touches. Ethel and Pepper knew I needed a little pamper session to lift my spirit.Like I said happiness is a fickle emotion I worry about the new arrivals; Dell and Desiree but more importantly what Ethel said... He's bad news.
