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gutter again. Lifting one
sneaker-covered foot, I check the grip I can get on it. It’s not
bad. Not great, either. I start to climb down, chanting softly,
“Foot. Hand. Foot. Hand.”
    Half way down, I
smile when I realize I’m almost there. Just as I mentally cheer, my
grip comes loose, my eyes widen and I mouth ‘oh shit.’ Then I fall
backwards into air and it almost feels like time stops. Everything
passes in slow motion. It takes what feels like hours before my
back connects with the ground. The thud rattles my brain. I wheeze
and double over.
    I’m winded.
    Mothertrucker!
    Tears blur my vision as my body throbs with pain. The pressure
builds in my ears and I gasp when I can finally take in a breath.
Shaking my head, I stand on wobbly legs,
look around, and then
run. I run fast and the heavy pillowcase slaps me on the back with
every step I take away from the house. My escape loot suddenly
feels heavier and heavier. In a panic, I throw it to the side and
run faster.
    My heart plummets
into my gut when I see a wall in the distance.
    A very high wall.
Perhaps twelve-feet tall.
    Shit!
    I run the length of
the wall looking for some form of exit. My heart races and my face
flushes in aggravation.
    No. No. No!
    This wasn’t meant to
happen! I need to get out of here.
    I approach what
seems to be the only exit to this house and, fuck my life, it’s
manned. Two men inside a small room sit and talk while watching
what looks to be a CCTV of some kind. Oh, damn. I didn’t know there
would be cameras here. I hadn’t factored that in. I stand and run
in the opposite direction toward the back of the house. It takes
about four minutes in a full sprint. This house is damn big.
    I’m sweating, I’m
frustrated, and I’m about to give up when angels sing in my ear. A
gate. There’s a damn gate! Thank you, Jesus!
    Smiling big, I place
my hands on the lever handle and push down.
    Clunk
    Shit! No! NO!
    The effing gate is
locked! My throat clogs and I choke out a sob, while pressing down
the lever hard and fast repeatedly as if that’ll somehow make it
unlock. Tears fall down my face and I nod in resolve. Only one
thing to do now.
    Climb the wall.
    Lifting my foot high to the lever handle of the gate, I let
out a yelp when something grips my ponytail tight as well as the
waist of my pants and drags me backwards. Reaching up, I hold onto
the strong hand that still holds my ponytail firmly. I’m being
dragged along like a freakin’ dog.
My mouth opens and filth spews out, “Let go
of me, you fucker! I knew you were full of shit! Protecting me, my
ass!”
    Suddenly, I’m thrown
by my hair onto the porch. My scalp throbs. I look up and I almost
wish I hadn’t. A fuming Nox stands in front of me. Through gritted
teeth, he hisses, “Get in the fuckin’ house, Lily.”
    Standing on unsteady
legs, I stand as tall as I can and whisper shakily, “No.”
    “ Get in the house.” His cheek tics.
    A little stronger, I
repeat myself, “No.” My voice strained.
    The veins in his
neck bulge when he roars, “Get in the fucking house!”
    My entire body jerks
in shock and I shut my eyes tightly. Bringing my balled fists up to
my temples, I screech, “No! You can’t make me!”
    My nose tingles and
I hate myself for wanting to feel the sweet release of the tears
that are stuck behind my closed eyes.
    A soft hand gently
squeezes my shoulder. I hear Boo tell Nox, “Go on. I’ll take her
inside.”
    Boo’s hands gently
pry my fists away from my head. She coos, “Come on, Deedee. Let’s
go up to your room and have a little talk.”
    I’m devastated. I
just want to go home. I choke on a sob, “I want to talk to my
dad.”
    Boo nods, “Okay. Let
me talk to Nox. I’ll do my best, but,” she looks around cautiously,
“you’ve seen him. If he says no, it means no.”
    Putting her arm
around my waist, she guides me up the stairs and into my room. I’m
too exhausted to argue and let her lead me gently but firmly. Once
we reach my