Chapter Two – Letters
I am writing you to let you know I am okay. I’m not coming back anytime soon. I’m not telling you where I am, and I’m not telling you about any relationships I may have. All you need to know is I’m safe, I’ve found decent shelter, and I have food in my stomach. I have acquired all of it legally.
Rachael, a free woman
I sighed and folded up the letter then placed it in the envelope I had bought. Then I started the next one.
I’m sorry about what I did. I probably scared the hell out of you. Sorry about that, I promised myself I wouldn’t cuss in this letter. Oh, it’s not like you haven’t heard it before. And if I didn’t cuss, you might think I wasn’t as okay as I said in Father’s letter. I miss you, and I think about you a lot. I think about everyone. But I will not come back for a long time, so get another girl. I will come back one day, I won’t tell you when. But I will, and I will leave without seeing you. It will be easier for both of us.
P. S. I would advise you didn’t let father see this letter.
I folded the second letter and put it in a separate envelope. Only one more.
Shaun and you other Sons of Bitches,
I’m coming back for you. I will have my revenge. You will pay for all the times you tried to rape me. You will pay for making me go through that kind of fear. Watch your back.
I smiled as I put the last letter in place. I sealed all three envelopes, addressed them, then put on the stamps. I stood up, taking them with me, and started a walk to the post office. After I put them in the mailbox, I checked the time. I still had an hour until I started work. I was a maid at an elderly woman’s house. That way there was no paperwork.
I’d told her I lived nearby, and that my parents knew the neighborhood well. I’ve been gone for two weeks now. I’ve been boarding at Mrs. Smith’s house. I pay her two hundred dollars a month, buy my own clothes, buy my own food. Well, only when I need to. Mrs. Smith insists on cooking for me and has given me tons of hand me down clothes. All the people in this town were very nice and polite.
I even had a few friends that I didn’t have to worry about going to war. And best of all, all three were girls. I’d love to tell Danny about them, but it’s too risky. I was sure Father had detectives on my trail. And they would use their names as clues. The letters were risky enough. I was praying they wouldn’t be able to track them. I liked where I was.
If I could keep this up for a couple of years, they’d stop looking for me, because I’d be an adult. I think. Or that would just provoke Danny to keep looking for me, because I’d be old enough. At least a year then. A year would be nice to be away from everyone. By then I’d hopefully have a plan to either stay away, or have a plan about what to do when I got back. One year, that was all I was asking.
I finished sweeping the floors. Then started mopping. I was almost done cleaning.
"Oh my! You’ve done a wonderful job child!" Mrs. White exclaimed. I looked up and smiled at her.
"Why thank you ma’am." I replied. She smiled.
"I’ve never had any one do such a wonderful job. Where did you learn?"
"My father was sort of a neat freak." A General neat freak actually.
"And you’re so pretty too. You’ll make a lovely wife. Can you cook?"
"I don’t know, you tell me." I said. I walked over to my backpack and pulled out a container of brownies. Mrs. Smith had let me bake them this morning. I found I liked to cook once I tried it a few times. I cooked whenever I got the chance, it relaxed me. I walked over to Mrs. White and opened the container.
"Oh my!" she exclaimed. She carefully picked one and took a bite of it. She closed her eyes as she chewed. She swallowed after a moment.
"That was heaven! You must give me the recipe!"
"It’s just the regular recipe. Maybe they taste good because I made them from scratch."
"Perhaps that is the reason." She reached out with her free hand and held out a few stands of my hair.
"I’ve never seen hair like yours. It seems to be strawberry blond and dirty blond mixed. Do you dye it?"
"No, it’s all natural."
"You must be an angel."
I laughed. "Nope, far from one."
"Not too far."
"Thank you ma’am."
"And so polite! I must meet your parents."
"I, uh, they are out of town for a few weeks."
"They left you by yourself?"
"The neighbor checks on me. I’ll finish up here and be heading out, I have some errands to run."
"I understand dear, but I would like to meet them when they return."
"Sure, I’ll see to it that you do." Oh shit.
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