Chapter two

Quickly, I dashed underneath a table where the tablecloth hid me from view. Would they find me? Are they going to send me to jail? The swiftness of the footsteps became louder and louder, until they were in the same room as I. My heart pounded in my chest.

Someone’s here.” A concerned man told the woman

They knew I was there, and I had to get out of there quickly or else, I’ll be caught. My breathing became rapid and my body began to tremble.

“Maybe we should call the police.” The woman suggests.

“No!” I blurted out.

The frightful woman screamed from the sound of my voice. I blew it and I’m sure to be a goner.

“Come out so we can see you!” The man told me.

I slowly crawled out from underneath the table and stood in front of them. I stared at the man in bewilderment.

“Why did you break into my house?” He asked.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “It was an accident.”

The man sarcastically laughed. “An accident?” He said.

“How can you accidentally break into a home? Tell you what, if I take you straight home to your parents instead of to the police, do you promise not to do this again?”

Take me home? Parents? Even though he doesn’t know what had happened, I don’t have a home or a Mom and Dad.

You would think my relatives would be searching for me- that is not mine though. Only because they wanted another boy and not a girl in the family. So, I was always the outcast in the family. Yet, Mom and Dad stood up for me. Always saying that I was the most precious gift given to them. At least, it was what they used to say before what had happened. Thinking about them made me start to sob.

“Why,” I asked. “Why did they have to be in it?”

Both of them exchanged looks at each other, then at me. The woman placed her gentle hand on my face and wiped away my tears off of me.

Her smile was like a mother loving on her child.

“Looks like you had it rough,” she said to me.

“How about we get you into some clean clothes, is that alright with you?”

I nodded and followed her out of the kitchen and up the stairs. She started to warm up a bath for me to soak into.

“I apologize for scaring you. Mr. Johnson and I do have other people that live in this home with us but aren’t here right now. They should be home soon though. By the way, what is your name?”

I studied Mrs. Johnson for the first time. Her hair is long and wavy in the color orange...her skin so fair and gentle like too. She also wore a short-sleeved pink dress that matches her heeled shoes.

“My name is Clarisse.” I quietly said to her.

Once Mrs. Johnson left the bathroom, I pulled off the clothes and dunked myself into the big tub. It even felt amazing to just lay there and close my eyes! Finally, was I able to get the smell of vomit off of me and smell like the scent of flowers!

After what seemed like hours, I put on a fuzzy white robe, white slippers, and then a towel on my head.

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