Chapter 5
“Mom. Mom!” Someone was pushing me. I opened my eyes. Stace hung over me. She must have covered me with a throw. I was warm under it. My naked body had been so cold all weekend! “Is he gone?” She looked even more frightened than yesterday. “I-I locked the door. Was that okay?”
“Oh, Sweetheart, it’s over.” I told her. At least, for now it was. Getting up, I wrapped the throw around me and went to my bedroom. Donald lay still on the bed.
“Honey.” I called softly.
“Hnngg?” He grunted and opened one eye.
“We have to get you to a hospital.”
“C-can’t afford it.” He croaked.
“I don’t care. There’s a reason he did this to you.”
“He hates white people.”
I didn’t think that was it. Honestly, I was surprised he hadn’t done something worse to Stace than tie her up and gag her.
“What’s this?” I noticed a corner of paper sticking out from under the pillow by Donald’s head.
“Nothing.” He groaned and tried to cover it with a hand.