Elizabeth Brooks
House, Georgia
September 21, 2002 (4 days later)
They created a system. Jake would camp out outside the door until my mom would bring me food. It was the only way I agreed to open the door; if he wasn’t there. He never tried to push into the room when I opened it to accept nourishment, he simply waited out of sight, but as soon as I closed the door, he was back and he would announce it.
“Baby, you have to talk to me at some point.” He mumbled outside the room.
“I have nothing to say to you.”
“Then why don’t you just let me talk? I won’t ask for more than 3 minutes.” He begged.
“You have been here for days, Jake. If you want to talk then you could have from day one.” I rolled my eyes as I lay across my bed with my eyes glued to the door.
“I want to say what I have
