Chapter 1.7

We ran through how I would react to every situation in every possible way. I knew what I was going to say and I knew what I would do. I was finally ready to meet his comrades. Tomorrow was the big day. When finally had a chance at freedom.


The next day came and I wore an outfit Chris had bought me. It was a small white skirt with just a regular shirt. It didn't seem much but for me? This was the best I've dressed since, well, forever!

"Are you ready for this?" Chris knelt down so he was eye level to me.

"As ready as I'll ever be!" I said trying my best to put on a smile, but as usual, he just saw right through me.

"Are you sure you're ready?" I could see his emotion changing from anxious to worry and I made up my own excuse.

"Sorry," I said softly. "I'm just a bit scared. What if they don't believe me? What if they don't believe us?" Not all of that was a lie. I was scared that they wouldn't believe us and they I would get caught, but my biggest concern was... what if they find out and punish Chris? What'll I do then?

"It's okay," he smiled again. His eyes shown with determination. "It'll all work out. I promise." he kissed my on the forehead and then hugged me.

His cold hands felt warm to me at the touch and his low voice sang through my head like a melody. I felt relieved. I was only 10 then, but the feelings I had felt more mature than I was. They felt real, not like a child's feelings for their parents, but some who actually cared for someone else. Something more. 

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