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| 12A.M. at the Docks ((Part 1)) |
My body shook all over. I couldn't beleive the mistake I'd made. Running away was a foolish thing to do, but what other option did I have? Mr. Woodemaker had run me to the ground.
"She's over there!" I curled up in my hiding place and whimpered softly.
"Vamos!" That was Juan. He spoke in Spanish sometimes. He was from Spain and I loathed him. The man had no class, doing the dirty deeds of Mr. Woodemaker. Of course... Jake and Kent and Mike did the same also. Juan had just been there the longest... and Juan had been my "keeper" so to say.
"I think I see her!" I could hear them but couldn't see them. I curled tighter into myself. I was afraid, what else was there to be? I drew back and felt a hand land on my shoulder. I jumped. A hand covered my mouth and drew me out of the other side of my hole.
"Shhhh..." a voice whispered. The person holding me stood me upright. "When I say run... follow me or they'll catch you." I nodded. I Wasn't about to defy them. I was better off beleiving a complete stranger over being captured and returned to the slave driver, Mr. Woodemaker. The person let go and I ran. I'd never run that fast before. It was as if some force shoved me forward and forced me to get out of the open. I felt so vunerable.
"NO! NO! NO!" I turned to see the person running in another direction. My adrenaline hit a high and I attempted to turn and run after them. Then suddenly...
"I GOT YOU!" I screamed as I fell on my face and slammed onto the ground. I could feel the blood dripping from my mouth. Apparently I'd knocked a few teeth loose while hitting the cobble stone road. Mr. Woodemaker would not be happy... Juan grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up. The pain felt unbearable... I didn't struggle for fear of being scalped...
"YOu're coming with us girl," I heard Mike say. I whimpered and was shoved into an upright position. I was standing now. Mike kneed me in the back, forcing me to walk. Walking hurt... I was sore all over. I felt like falling on the ground and crying myself to death.
"Come Ina, the master awaits."
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