“I will not drop this poor child off in a warehouse full of children like a puppy pound; we both know what becomes of the children who are left there. I will keep her at my home and take care of her until she is better and then we can figure this whole mess out. Good day,” Ezra abruptly stated, making his way towards the door.
“One more thing, Mr. Olden,” the witch doctor called out. Ezra stopped in his tracks and turned around.
“What now?” At this point he was so fed up with how withdrawn the women had been towards the poor child.
With a look of sheer revolt the woman revealed, “She’s human.”
Screaming. Screaming. Screaming.
Erin’s eyes shot open and she jolted up in her bed, gasping for air. Her body shook, drenched in cold sweat, as her hands clawed at her throat in an attempt to let air in.
It was just a dream.
“I’m okay, I’m okay,” she panted, closing her eyes and sucking in a deep breath. It had just been another terrifying nightmare that felt so raw it made her skin ache.
It wasn’t real. She was okay.
Slowly calming her thrashing heart, she turned her head towards her crooked clock and realized with utter dread that she was late for her first day back to school.¬¬¬
With a groan, she ripped herself out of bed to quickly change in hopes she would make it to class on time.
Erin threw her exhausted body down the stairs with just enough time to grab an apple. Ezra’s eyes floated up from his newspaper with concern at the sight of her dishevelled clothes and messy hair.
Raising his polished eyebrows, he took a sip of coffee before closing the paper as Erin stood there frozen, waiting for him to say something.