Eighty four

He is a good man, they said.

He does not manipulate people, they said!

It is my fault. How can I be so stupid? How could I allow him to speak to me in that revolting tone like I was dirt under his feet?

“I’m no one’s dirt and I will not wait around to be treated like dirt.” I get into my tent, there is nothing I have to pack but my self respect. Grace is not present in the tent right now. This would give me the opportunity to leave without giving further explanation as to why I need to go.

After packing some food supplies for the breakfast I chose not to eat earlier, I head out of the camp into the nearest exit. I will probably go back to the orphanage and beg for a job that will keep me from

being idle.

It is better than staying here and putting up with Lycan Jack. I wipe tears that begin to leave my eyes as I try not to step on the bar wires that are supposed to keep animals from coming into the camp.

How can I have nowhere to go? I’m just being passed around like a person who doesn