TRYING TO RUN AWAY

I go inside and hide in the closet! Where he cannot find me. I hate him! I hate this house! I want to go home! I think i fall asleep. Its midnight when I wake up and I magically am on my crib. My bum still is a little sore. I jump down the crib and fall on my bum. Ouch. Tears start falling off my eyes already. I rush downstairs to the main door and try my best to open it without making too much noise. When I can’t, I go to the kitchen to grab a knife to open the door. I am trying with all my might, not even caring about making a noise anymore. I am done. I have been trying this for the longest time ever. I give up and start crying.

I see Carlos walking up to me. He was watching me? Since when? I think he is mad and he will spank the living fuck out of me.

He kneels down in front of me and very gently takes the knife from my hand. He throws it away from me and then picks me up and hugs me tightly. Kissing my forehead and my cheeks, rubbing my back and my bum, singing a soothing song.

I sleep in his embrace, despite myself.