Brandon's picture above.
-Brandon POV-
I heard screaming from the bathroom. Elizabeth! I ran down the hall with the clothes I had my sister bring. I knocked furiously on the door scared of what I might walk into.
-Elizabeth POV-
I heard loud knocking that quickly brought me out of my flash back. I turned of the water and wrapped myself in a blue fluffy towel after I finished. I peeked out the door to see Brandon standing there panting and will a small pile of clothe in his burly arms.
" Are you alright," he gasped. I nod and we just stay quiet for a second.
" I have clothes for you." He handed me a pair of jeans, sports shorts, and 3 shirts and some under garments. I take them from his arms and shut the door.
I pulled on the clothes and left the rest in the guest bedroom connecting to the bathroom. I walked out in the black sport shorts and a light blue humbolt crabs t shirt.
-Brandon POV-
She walked out of the bathroom looking at the floor and made her way to my kitchen table. I laid down the fried chicken and toast in front of her. She looked up at me questioning. I pushed the plate closer and forced a knife into her hand. She looked at the plate for a second before taking small bites of the toast and nibbling at the chicken. She finally finished and I tried to make conversation.
"Where are you from?"
Silence.
"Did you run away?"
More silence. I threw my hands up in frustration and she cringed away. I placed my hand back on the table.
"Well then.... I am just going to go to bed and I suggest you do the same." I spoke softly.
She got up and went into my guest room. *sigh* I sat there for a hour before I heard a pounding at my front door.
" Can I help you?" I asked. A couple stood there with a young man holding on to the older women's shoulder. They all looked slightly familiar.
"Yes we are looking for our daughter. We thought she might have passed by." She said as something I couldn't recognize passed through her eyes.
"She is 14 around 5,1 and has long brown hair." The older man which was probably married to the woman stated.
I thought for a second before letting them into my house.
-Hilda POV-
I was going to get the little brat! I am tired of her and I will end it now. Why can't she just be like her brother, Alex. God Alex is just perfect.
-Elizabeth POV-
*I am running. I don't know what I am running of them I trip. I go flying until I hit the ground hard. I look up to see my dad, mom, and brother staring evilly at me. Dad takes his hand and smacks me on the cheek really hard. Then my mom kicks me in the gut while my brother watches with a devilish grin. They will pay.*
I jolt up and grasp the covers. There is light streaming in through the door way. Before me stands my family.