Chocolate Flap Jacks

Texting

I sat crying in my room and bandaging the newest cut from King Howard's whip. Those two, the king and queen, loved to take it out on me. I could handle one of them just fine but to take both the verbal and physical abuse was hard on me. I searched up and down for my makeup remover wipes as my cheap eyeliner had run down my face. I found them to be covered in food coloring, a prank from the young prince who tortured me as much as his parents did. I doubled over in a new bought of sobbing. My phone made a noise and I picked it up. It was a text:

Hey, it is Mathew.

Is this Kinder

I smile to know someone was thinking about me but that didn't stop the tears.

Yes.

Hi.

How are you doing?

I am fine.

Fine never means fine.

What wrong?

It’s not really something I want to talk about.

What are you doing?

Well now I am making arrangements to come see

…you but I was talking to America.

You don’t hae to come over!

[have]

Well I am and there no stopping me.

Fine but don’t tell America.

If I have to see someone in this state…

I only want to see you.

I won’t tell him.

I'll be there soon.

Okay.

Mathew?

Huh?

Thank you.