Date: 2012-06-03 04:56 am (UTC)
sweetlittleorphan: (sad little orphan girl)
The voice had an accent, one I know all to well and I have to resist the urge to scream, to run. Russian. She can't be from the Saarne Institute. She can't be. No one knows where I am. No one even knows who I am. Forcing myself to breathe evenly, I peer through the cracks in the boxes.

And my heart nearly stops. Kate. Can't be. The face and the voice, but the accent...? I don't know what's going on here? But if it is Kate, she can take me to John. What ever I tell her, whatever she thinks, John will believe me and make sure that any police or social workers believe me, too. Because he loves me.

That makes my decision easy. John will protect me and we will be together. I slide the hammer into the belt loop of my dress, hiding it under my coat and I take another breath, stepping from behind the boxes. I'm still in shadow, and when I hunch as if scared, I'm even smaller, but if it's Kate she'll know it's me.

"Mommy, is that you? Someone was chasing me Mommy, he tried to hurt me, but I got away. Can we go home to Daddy now?"
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