“She’s alive!” the sarcastic voice of Kaitlyn muttered from the dark cell next to hers,
“how long was I out?” I ground rubbing my eyes, as l whipped the last of the sleep from my foggy mind,
” two hours” Kaitlyn’s bitter strained voice rang out.
It had been a while from our last meal, four days maybe, they were pushing it didn’t they know we need food to survive, it’s not like they haven’t already almost lost us to dehydration, but to be frank I’d rather die that way than from what they had in store for us later.
I remember it like it was yesterday. I was 11, I had gotten into an argument with my father so I was to be punished, he had locked me away in the icebox and I wasn’t to be fed for the night and then the following day all because I didn’t find him his beer fast enough, he was holding it! And I was 11!
“silly girl I could never love another Man more than your father”. ‘What about me mama? Can’t you love me more?’ I’d ask myself, but here we are stuck again.
“Come, Hailey I’m getting you out of here” he reached in and took my hand lifting me out of my own personal torture. We left that night never to return, if only I know what horrors were awaiting me in the cruel outside world.
I was watching cartoons on the hotel room tv whilst eating my cereal we’d stopped for the night after hours of driving, we were going to cross the border and John was going to hide me with his friend in the police force up in Canada.