Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
Leaving us in the schoolhouse with only a chain around our ankles will be his biggest mistake. Underestimating our level of fear and that it will control us from this point on, is a crucial mistake. I don’t fear the man will kill me. No… my true fear is that I will spend the rest of my life in Hallelujah Junction. And after yesterday… I will die trying to escape rather than spend more time here. He should have pushed me in the acid pits. He will regret that he didn’t.
And it’s not just about me anymore. Ember is in the mix. I meant it when I told her last night that I loved her. I do. What that means, and what that looks like, I have no idea. Nothing is normal with her and me, but that doesn’t take away the emotions I have for her inside. Were they forced upon me? Yes, but regardless how they came, they still exist.
If I can only make one captive vow, it will be to save this woman.
It is no longer about me.
I will save Ember until my last breath.
I prefer to end up in the pit of acid before accepting our life here.
“He’ll avoid us today,” she says as if reading my mind. “He always avoids me for days after… after consequences.”
“He won’t be at the main house?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “Maybe he’s ashamed.” She swallows hard. “He should be.”
“Where does he go?”
She shrugs. “Sometimes off into the hills to see Scarecrow. Sometimes to town. Sometimes… I don’t know.”
My mind runs wild again with ideas. He’s gone…
“Let’s get your feet bandaged and then we can figure out breakfast,” Ember says with a warm smile. She appears as if she’s aged overnight, but at the same time, her youthful joy is slowly returning. “I don’t like you walking through the tunnel barefoot, but we’ll clean them good in the bathroom.”
When we get to the main house, we oddly both head to the cellar rather than the main living area. I don’t know if it’s because we both worry Richard is still near and, in a way, we are hiding from him. Or maybe it has an odd feeling of safety and familiarity. Regardless of the reason, we go to the cellar and I carry my old chair of dignity to the bathroom and sit down so Ember can tend to me.
“There’s so much dried blood, that it’s hard to see,” she says as her brow furrows. She reaches for a lantern and matches and lights it so she can see better.
“I think they were surface cuts,” I say, looking around the room, thinking.
Thinking.
I won’t stop thinking until we are out of here.
She opens the medicine cabinet and pulls out peroxide and bandages. The sight of blood doesn’t seem to bother her which fascinates me. Although after what we both watched last night, a few bloody cuts on the bottom of a man’s feet seems like child’s play.
She reaches for the handle in the shower and starts the water. “I think it’s best for you to shower and really get the feet clean,” she directs. “Do you want me to wash your clothes again?”
I shake my head. “You just did.”
I know she wants to keep busy. My mother always tried to keep busy too after Dad’s death. I recognize this tactic. But I do get up, undress and get into the shower to rinse off all the blood, the dirt, and the memories of the mill. Ember has to stand right next to the shower with only the curtain separating us due to the chain. It’s how we’ve showered up until this point, which seems silly, but I respect her discomfort with nudity and being near me in that way.
“What about you?” I call out as I begin to lather up with soap. “A shower might make you feel a lot better too.”
I’m surprised when the shower curtain is pushed to the side and a naked Ember joins me under the stream of water.
“Hold me,” she says. “I just want to forget that yesterday even happened.” She looks up into my eyes and brings her lips to mine. “Help me forget.”
I’m taken aback by her boldness, but I do exactly as she asks. I move her body so that she is in the stream of water completely. If there is a way to wash away our misery, I would. She presses her forehead to my chest and releases a shaky breath.
“I want to leave here,” she says. “I want to leave and never look back again.”
Words I had been waiting to hear.
Finally… finally…
“Then we will,” I say as I tighten my hold on her as warm water covers our bodies in a cascade of hope.
“You won’t leave me?”
“Never,” I say as I tilt her face up to me and press my lips to hers.