Mandie
Two weeks later, we were still distant from each other. Uncle John had hit me and I was still angry. I felt weird. Especially when he fell at my feet. I just stood there and stared for a moment before calling Mr. Bond. Uncle John rarely came out of his room and when he did, I ignored him. It's not like I needed to talk to him anyway.
Monday night was one of the worst nights I had ever experienced. I had had a night terror. I had dreamt that Zach Huges and Etta were chasing after me, and no one would come. I was on my own. They wanted to hold me for ransom and they had nearly killed Uncle John while he was trying to save me. He was way too weak. So, there was nothing I could do. Then, they grabbed him and threw him in fire... He was burning alive! I could feel the heat as I began to sweat. He was held down by chains and I was forced to watch. He was screaming his head off. I began to fight. Never had I had a nightmare that felt so real. Never in my life.
