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I’m in trouble for my behavior no matter if it was for a good reason. Mr. Rawlins said he’d call and let me know when Jessa wakes. Please allow me to see her.”
    I stand from the table and head up to my room.

    Thirteen years old…
    Standing outside on the edge of our driveway, I watch as Drew brings a friend home from school. He’s never done that before. Hugging Lily tighter, I hear them. They’re coming for me.
    “What do you think they’re talking about Miss Lily?” I ask her as I watch them looking in this direction.
    That kid is probably telling him to stay away from us. That we’re crazy.
    “Hunter would never listen. He’s my best friend,” my voice small as I watch them continue to talk.
    You didn’t think that about the kids at school, or the people that are chasing us now. Did you?
    Quickly, I look around to see if we are still safe. Daddy’s not home yet. And Hunter is busy, I guess. That’s when I saw him wave his hand in my direction. It wasn’t a wave hello. No, I know that wave.
    “You can’t be right, Miss Lily. He wouldn’t turn his back on us now,” I say as fear lances through me and I watch him and the boy go inside his house. “Would he?”
    Jessa tell me who’s stuck around other than our parents?
    Miss Lily’s question was fair. Who has stuck around? Hunter has. He’s been here since we were seven. We’re thirteen now. He’s stuck around the longest. I feel safe with him. Like I feel when Daddy’s home.
    “There’s no way he’ll hurt us, Miss Lily. I just know it.”
    “Jessa?”
    Turning, I see my mom standing on the porch. Walking over, I try to pretend my heart didn’t hurt that he didn’t come and see me like he always does. Walking up on the porch, I sat at the outside table.
    “Yes, Mama?”
    “What’s wrong, first?”
    “I miss Hunter,” I say quietly afraid the bad people might hear. They might hurt him.
    “Well, he should be home from school soon,” Mom smiles.
    “He is. He has a friend over and went into his house instead of coming over here like he always does. I waited like I always do,” I frown.
    Mom squats down in front of me and takes my hand, making me let go of Miss Lily a little. She looks in my eyes and I can’t stop it, a tear falls.
    “You really care about him, don’t you sweetie?”
    “He’s the only person that has seen me and not ran the other way. But it’s more than that Mama. Hunter is my best friend. He protects me from everything and makes me laugh.”
    She sighs and kisses my hands. “I know that routines are important to you honey. I know you depend on them and feel off when something throws it off. But sweetie, he’s going to have other friends than you. And he needs to. He’s a growing boy and boys need boys for friends too. I’m sorry that you don’t have any other friends. I wish I could change that for you, but baby, don’t get upset with him because he has other friends.”
    “It makes me feel… I feel…”
    This is one of the things that we’ve been working on. Me trying to figure out how I feel. I don’t understand them. They don’t make sense to me. Sometimes I wonder if they ever will. But right now, right now I do know what I feel, or at least I think I do.
    “What do you feel baby?” My mom’s voice tells me she’s hoping I know.
    “Lonely. Left behind. Like trash. Unwanted. Uncared about. Unloved,” I scream as the tears fall down my cheeks.
    “Oh, honey,” Mom says with tears in her eyes.
    Standing up, I move away from her. “Why do I have to be this way? Why can’t I be like them,” I point to Hunter’s house. “What did I do to have to live like this?”
    “Honey, you have so much more going for you other than your illnesses.”
    Turning to her, I glare. “Tell me what I do because all I see is pain. Is rejection. Is hatred. Guilt. Sadness. Please tell me what there is good and I’ll do my best to focus on that,” I scream again.
    As I scream, I see one. He’s near the