I still don't own Higher Ground

When live was good

By: RJCH

Chapter 3

"Mom!… Mommy!… Help… he going to kill me" Jasmine walks into her little girl's bedroom, turning the light.

"What is it sweetie?" She sits down on the bed.

"He is going to eat me" The four year old girls points at the closet door.

"What, did he come back?" Jasmine asks playing along with her daughter's nightmare. Angel nods slightly, hiding her head under the blanket as her mother opens the closet door.

"Angie…Angie!" Sophie walks toward the girl staring outside the window in the lodge, unaware off the world around her.

"Angie?" Angie still doesn't response to her name; Sophie lays a hand on her shoulder, causing Angie to jump.

Angie turns around placing a hand on her chest. "What?"

Sophie looks at her "You okay?" Angie nods "Yeah"

"You seemed far away, what where you thinking about?" an uncomfortable smile runs over Angie's face "Just…" She pauses wondering if she should tell her "Just thinks" She slightly shakes her head. "Nothing imported"

"I have no idea what is going on in her mind" Sophie sits down on one off the chairs in Peter's office.

"Give it time, she is only here for a week now"

"I know, but still… she barely speaks or eat… this could lead to a problem…"

Peter nods "I know she is a mystery, just try to talk to her, let her know we are there for her."

"That's what l have been doing"

"Mom are you up there somewhere?" Angie is sitting on the steps before the dorm, watching the stars. "You said you would always be there for me…" She led out a sigh "I need you mom, I miss you, I don't know what to do… should I tell them… I'm so affright, I don't want Moses to find out…He will kill me… how did I got myself into this mess?"

"Angie, what are doing?" Angie looks at Peter standing in frond of her. "You should be in bed"

Angie sighs, rolling her eyes. Why is everyone around here always telling other people what to do?

Peter sits down next to Angie "You wanne tell me who you where talking to?"

Angie's heard jumps realizing Peter might haered everything she just said.

"Look we can't help you if you don't talk to us"

"Help with what?" Peter looks at Angie. That is a very good question wish you could tell me.

"You tell me… Angie I don't know what happened to or why you lived on the streets and how long… even if you really did. I don't even know your real or complied name… What I do know is that you are affright of something, causing that your barely eat or sleep. I also know that if you don't led it out it will hurt you in the end, if its not already hurting you. I know you don't like to talk or drawn attention toward you, but you can't go on like this forever"

"Wauw… and you discover that watching me for a week?" Peter smiles shaking his head, surprised by her sarcasme Angie sees the surprise on Peter's face.

"Listen I don't need any help, I can handle it by myself"

Peter nods "Still… you need to eat and get some sleep"

Angie sighs tired of this conversation, Peter gets up as well.

"When you feel like sharing, we'll be there for you…"

Angie nods and walks into the dorm.