Chapter 12 - Free -II


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    Little Heather''s POV:


    I sat on the floor right behind the basement''s door, crying in total darkness. I was afraid and at the


    same time I felt horrible for Sheridan. Mom had turned into a monster. She wasn''t harsh with us but


    with Sheridan. Only when he needed her most because of uncle Paul''s and daddy''s deaths. I''d always


    known mommy was strict but I didn''t know she could be this heartless. My love and respect for her had


    reduced. At this tender age. I began to slightly hate her.


    After mom had locked me up, I hadn''t bothered to go down the stairs that led to the bottom of the


    basement. I''d remained right behind that door. I hated the dark and plus thoughts of what could be


    happening to Sheridan frustrated me. I cried and cried.


    When I began to quiet down, I heard Robe into the house shouting mom''s name. I tried to listen


    from the other side of the door.


    "Christina! Christina!"


    "Yes?? What is it?" I heard here into the room. Then I heard her gasp. "Oh my god! Sawyer! What


    happened?? Give her to me!"


    Sawyer? What had happened to her?


    "On returning with the bees I met herying motionless in the hay. Her cheek is red. Seems like the


    little bastard pped her and she went unconscious. Here, carry her..."


    I gasped. Sheridan had pped Sawyer? It was a shock to me. Sheridan was always so nice and


    tolerating. If he had pped Sawyer, that meant he was more than furious!


    "He pped her?! HOW DARE HE! I''ll teach him more than a lesson!"


    Oh, no. How much pain would Sheridan undergo? If mom wasn''t careful, he was going to die. The


    thought gave me goosebumps and tears soon rolled down my cheeks again.


    "That won''t be possible." Rob''s statement made me wonder. I stopped crying and listened attentively.


    "And why??"


    "He''s escaped."


    The words echoed in my head like a dream. Sheridan had escaped? My mouth dropped open.


    "HE''S WHAT??"


    "Escaped."


    "I heard you, you idiot! But how??"


    "I noticed one of the horses were missing. He took the white horse."


    Dove!


    "We have to find that little brat!"


    "You don''t have to worry Christina."


    "Can I know why??"


    "His hometown is about three to four hours from here. He''ll never make it. Plus, the horse might desert


    him and he''d die of hunger."


    "What makes you so sure?"


    "We hardly fed him. He was too weak. Plus, he has wounds and bruises. He''s not in a good state


    Christina. He''ll get lost very soon. You wanted to get rid of him, there, nature helped you."


    "Hm. You''re right. I hope some wild animal eats him."


    Despite the wicked things my mom had just said, I still believed in Sheridan. He wasn''t a weak boy. He


    was strong. After the maltreatment and starving he went through, he didn''t pass out or stop working


    even once. I knew he would survive out there ande back for me.


    Suddenly, someone opened the door. Mom.


    "I guess you heard our conversation. Your friend has escaped. Happy?" she asked dryly.


    I looked at her without saying a word.


    "Go to your room. It''s already one Am."


    I ran past her and went straight to my room.


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    Little Sheridan''s POV:


    The chirping of birds and the bright morning sun woke me up the next day. I rubbed my eyes and sat


    up.


    "Ouch." Iined, touching my back. I''d slept on the rough Forest''s floor, on the dry autumn leaves


    and rough little stones, under a tree.


    I looked around me at the woods and smiled. I''d seeded in running away. I looked at Dove which I''d


    tied to a tree trunk. I stood up and limped my way to her. My whole body still hurt. I had no shoes on,


    my T-shirt was torn and my shorts were really dirty. My hair was a mess. I was dirty. I had bruises and


    wounds everywhere. Almost all parts of my body were red, ck and blue. I had wounds under my feet


    too. As if that wasn''t enough, Rob had beaten me with such rage that at a point, he used the heavy iron


    part of his belt and hit me hard on the knee. I believed he''d slightly dislocated it and now I was limping.


    "Hey, beautiful." I said, caressing the horse''s mane, "I guess our journey ends here. I have to fight to


    survive in these woods. And I''m to weak to fight for your survival too."


    I limped my way to the trunk where I untied her.


    "You go back home now. I guess you know the way back. Thanks for helping me escape." I hugged the


    horse, "Go home. Take good care of Heather for me. I''ll– I''ll be back." I smiled at it.


    "I hope. I don''t even know if I''ll survive. I won''t be negative though. God, dad and uncle Ken are


    watching over me. Bye." I hugged Dove tight onest time. I let go the rope and watched the horse


    gallop away as fast as possible.


    When it''d disappeared into the woods, I turned and began limping away in the opposite direction . I had


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    to find a cave or a ce where I could stay. I was lost in these woods but I didn''t care. It was still better


    than aunt Christina''s ce.


    To me, my escape was the biggest luck of my life. If I''d been caught, I would probably be


    dead.