I sat in the bathtub for two hours and stared at the ceiling. There was no water in the tub and it was already dawn.
After my dad forced me to pick up at the bar, I never saw or talked to Samuel. I was even more sad, because I had no idea what he was doing there.
I couldn’t sleep with each night that passed. When Dad locked me in the room, I didn’t even want to run away again. I was afraid that something might be wrong with Samuel.
I want to cry and scream now, but all of my anger has turned into fear. I have no more tears. I feel tired. I don’t have the strength to fight again.
It feels like Samuel gave up on me. Why in the amount of time I needed him? Now I’m tested, now he’s lost to me.
I want to talk to him. I know we need to talk to Samuel. I won’t let him go just because my pare
