"What are you thinking about?" He asks me in a quiet voice as he looks down at me.
"How are we going to find help?" I ask softly, looking up at him and he grins as he lifts my hands up.
"If I'm here," he traces the letter M on my hand, "and you're here," I trace the letter E on his palm, "We could do anything." He smiles at me.
"I'm scared," I tell him truthfully.
"Me too," he wraps an arm around me again and holds me tightly.
The first time Cameron had hit me, Miles had brought food to my room. He had put it on my bed and told me to hold my hand out. I had followed. I never said no to anyone. He had traced the letter M on my hand and said we are always going to be best friends now. Nothing more. We would never be ready for that. I had asked politely if I could do it to him and he
