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Nobody ever asked about me, even the people I was forced to call “mother” and “father.” I would have given just about an..

When I awoke to the sounds of birds chirping and a steady warm breeze flowing through the walls of my crap shack, I smiled. The dark and evilnes..

I walked down the steep dirt road until I saw the sunlight glimmering off of the water. I felt the excitement rise inside of me, as I began to w..

Timothy sat there and listened to everything I had to say, never interrupting me once, not even to ask a question. I told him of how I would alw..

Once Timothy left, I went inside the house, and prepared for the doctor’s return. Since her previous visit, I hadn’t wanted her to c..

When I awoke, Timothy was gone, but his warm blankets remained wrapped around me, no light shining through the small walls of the shack. I got u..

The day was uneventful and dark; not even Timothy came around to visit, which left an empty feeling in my chest. Mr Rowley didn’t even bot..

The following days after that night with Timothy was spent with a numb sense of accomplishment for finally finding something to live and strive ..

“Emily,” his husky voice echoed over the darkening beach, “when I saw the Rowley’s bring you home, and after Lily,&rdquo..

Once the Whiteman’s were gone, Mr Rowley sent me back out to the crap shack, whispering a threatening “I’ll be out in a few mi..