its
fine,” I snap at him. My reaction causes him to let go of my wrist
and I instantly apologize. “Sorry, I mean Jane is not my mother. I
don’t like her being called that,” I say in a much softer tone.
“Well, whatever you call her, it’s not fine,”
he grates.
“It’s OK. I’m OK. Let’s not talk about it
please,” I say calmly.
“Jesus, I can’t believe she gets away with
treating you like that. She needs to be in jail for child abuse!”
Luke yells then punches the ground. His outburst makes me jump and
his hand reaches up to my face. “I’m sorry, please don’t be
scared.” He moves so he is sitting on his knees facing me. What is
more upsetting than anything is that he said “child,” he thinks of
me as a child.
“I’m not scared. I could never be scared of
you.”
Luke reaches out grabbing my hand giving it a
squeeze sending white-hot lightning up my arm. The warmth of his
touch makes me forget all my thoughts for a moment. I turn to him
and his eyes are intense staring at me.
“It won’t be long and you will be free,” he
tells me then abruptly frees my hand. I can tell something in the
distance makes him do so. I turn and look in the direction of his
alarm and see his dad walking our way. “I’ll be here again tonight.
Meet me at the end of the lane the same time as last night,” he
whispers before his dad is upon us.
“Luke, I believe your lunch break is over
son,” Jeffery says sternly looking at us with dismay. “Lilly, good
to see you sweetheart. I trust Luke has not been bothering you?” He
says turning his attention to just me.
“Oh no, I enjoy his company,” I tell him and
give him the most innocent smile I can muster. “It’s nice to see
him again. It has been so long,” I add.
I hear him draw in a sharp breath as he
notices the deep blue hand shaped bruises on my arms. He quickly
averts his eyes from me to Luke.
“Come on son, we’ve got work to do,” he
orders Luke and turns to walk away.
Luke gets up. Before he turns to follow his
dad, he mouths to me “tonight” with a sweet smile and a wink then
he hurries to catch up with his dad. I sit and stare at them walk
away. When they are out of earshot, I see them start to argue. I
can tell that Jeffery says something to Luke that instantly
infuriates him. They seem to share a heated argument before Luke
finally walks away in a huff. I see Jeffrey shake his head in
frustration and walk in the opposite direction.
The rest of the day I am fidgety and restless
as I move from one room to another watching the clock. “You’ve got
ants in your pants,” Miss Finnegan says to me when I start making
laps around the kitchen table not able to sit still. She’s making
supper for her and me. Usually as soon as the dishes are done she
retires for the night.
“No,” I say defensively. “Just seem to have a
lot of energy today.” I quickly add as she looks at me with
confusion to my response.
“I bought you some more books when I went out
today,” she tells me. Normally I would be really excited about
this. I love to pass the boring days with a good book that Miss
Finnegan sneaks to me. I really get into the stories, and for a
while I am in another happy place. But today I am going to do
something that I never dreamed I would ever be able to do while I
lived in this house. The time is moving so slow that I almost think
the clock is going backwards.
“Thanks,” I tell her trying to be
enthusiastic so she doesn’t get suspicious. “I can’t wait till
after supper so I can start reading.” I lie and she seems to buy it
as she dishes us up some chicken and rice. My belly is in knots and
I can hardly swallow the bite that I put in my mouth.
“Does it not taste good dear?" She asks me
when she notices me pushing the food around on my plate not
eating.
“No, it’s very good.” I smile at her and
force down a few more bites as she watches me. I continue this for
the next ten minutes then tell her that