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Libby's POV

A few weeks passed by and life with the Ingalls was going a lot better than I had expected. I was fitting well into their lives and their routine. Carrie was my best friend and Albert was my annoying big brother, but also a friend when I needed him. I had managed to keep myself out of trouble by avoiding Nancy and her Mother completely and it made my life a lot easier. Even though Mr. and Mrs. Ingalls didn't like it, they soon began to understand my sarcasm and seemed to be growing accustomed to it.

"Mr. Gaines, what are you doing here?" I questioned with surprise. "I thought you said a few months, not a few weeks?" I questioned with surprise as he walked slowly toward me from the barn. I found it strange when he didn't speak in return. His steps were slow and deliberate, and as he got closer, his appearance started to change slowly but drastically. His hair disappeared, as well as his clothes, and his skin was covered in tattoos. "Mr. Gaines?" I questioned, now frightened. He stopped a few feet in front of me and I wanted to run, but I couldn't. He reached his hand toward me and it had a blue glow to it. "No!" I cried out. "Leave me alone!" I began shaking uncontrollably, but still couldn't move. "No!" I cried out again.

"Libby," interrupted Mr. Ingalls' voice.

"Mr. Ingalls, go away or he'll hurt you!" I yelled.

"Libby, you're dreaming," Mr. Ingalls' voice responded soothingly. "Open your eyes." I forced my eyes open to find myself laying in the hay loft with Mr. Ingalls kneeling over me. "You fell asleep," he said with a smile. Tears immediately came rushing from my eyes. "Libby, it's ok, you were dreaming, you're safe," he mentioned gently as he helped into a sitting position.

"He wanted to hurt me," I sobbed as I instinctively threw my arms around his waist and clutched onto his tightly.

"It was just a dream, no one is going to hurt you," he replied reassuringly as he wrapped his arms around me and rubbed the back of my head with his hand. I wanted to believe that, but it felt different, it felt more real than any other dream I had. "The town picnic is this afternoon and we should be heading out soon," he said as he released the hold he had on me. "Why don't you go get yourself cleaned up?" he suggested. I sighed heavily and wiped the tears from my eyes.

"Yes, sir," I replied. About an hour later we were headed into town. I was grumpy and still distraught from my dream. I didn't really feel like putting on a happy face, but I figured I would give it a try. We arrived in town to find it crowded with families. The doors to the restaurant were open and people were bustling in and out. In front of the restaurant it looked like several games were set up and on the porch to the mercantile, women were setting down pies on a table with other pies. I figured it was some sort of contest.

"Join the relay race with me!" Carrie urged as she grabbed my arm after we jumped some from the back of the wagon.

"Fine," I groaned as I allowed her to pull me off toward a group of children in the distance.

"We'll meet up with you girls later," Mrs. Ingalls mentioned as she walked toward the mercantile with her pie in hand.

"Ok Ma!" Carrie called over her shoulder. We waited with the group of children while Reverend Alden explained the rules to the race.

"I hope I'm not too late!" called out a voice from behind me. I spun around to find Nancy and was immediately greeted with her tongue sticking out in my direction.

"Great," I sighed as I turned back around to focus my attention on Reverend Alden. He sent me off with a group of ten other children, including Nancy. He instructed us to wait at wait at a small pond that was located in the woods behind the church. He was going to have our teammates run to us, tag us, and then we would head off to the finish line.

"I bet you run slow," mumbled Nancy's voice from behind me. I walked away in an attempt to ignore, but she followed. "My Ma said that Mr. Ingalls gave you a whipping," she provoked from behind. "How did that feel?" she teased.

"Listen Nancy," I snapped as I turned to face her. "I don't have the patience to deal with you today, so please, STOP," I ordered.

"Aw, you can't handle a little harmless teasing," she replied with a smirk.

"No, not today," I replied in all seriousness.

"Well, it's too bad you're being adopted by a poor, smelly dirt farmer," she said with a smile, "Because I was adopted and well, look at me now, I have everything I ever wanted. And you have nothing. N.O.T.H.I.N.G – nothing," she reaffirmed. I couldn't hold back my anger anymore and I couldn't turn the other cheek like Mr. Ingalls instructed me to do. Nancy needed to be taught a lesson. I stampeded toward with and barreled into her, sending her plummeting into the muddy pond behind her. All the children gathered around, laughing hysterically. "I hate you!" she screamed at me as she pulled her soaking body into a standing position. Her beautiful lace covered dress was now a muddy disaster. I couldn't help but laugh. I watched as she stumbled backward and then fell into a deeper part of the pond, going completely under the water. "I can't swim!" she cried, her head appearing, as she fought to tread water. "Help!" she cried as our relay teammates appeared in the chaos.

"Dammit," I groaned as I ran into the pond toward her. I lost my footing about a foot from her and slipped underneath. When I stood up, I noticed that she was standing directly in front of me with a big smile on her face.

"Thanks for nothing," she said with her evil laugh, "But I can touch here. Always could." I angrily placed my hand on her head and dunked her under the water.

"Libby stop!" I heard Carrie's voice yell. I shook my head and released my hand from her head. Nancy came up sputtering and crying.

"I'm going to tell my Mother!" she yelled at me.

"Good," I replied and then turned and made my way out of the water. My dress felt heavy as I emerged onto dry land. Carrie came running toward me. "Not now," I snapped as I continued to walk past her. "I just want to be left alone." As I walked, I gathered the bottom of my dress in my hands and tried to ring out the water and mud. I found a small clearing in the woods with a log that sat in the direct sunlight. I figured it was a good place to dry off, so I took a seat on the ground next to the log and propped myself up against it. I figured I was probably in big trouble so I wasn't in a hurry to get back to town.

I could see myself; my hands were bound and stretched over my head, and tied to something. I appeared to be asleep and my body looked weak. My outstretched arms were cut, bruised, and bloodied; my khaki skirt and white blouse were covered with dirt and blood. It was the same outfit I was wearing when I had arrived in Walnut Grove. I was someplace dark…..maybe a basement or a cave. I wasn't sure. There were others around me. They too were hung up like animals and all peacefully asleep. What was this place? And why was I there?

"Libby, wake up!" I heard Albert's voice. I groggily opened my eyes to find him peering down at me. "We've been looking for you for hours," he sighed as he reached down for my hand. I took it and climbed to my feet in front of him. "You stink," he commented.

"Thanks," I mumbled, still groggy.

"Come on, I need to get you back to town," he urged, "Everyone's out looking for you."

"Really? Why?" I asked with surprise.

"Because they were worried about you," he replied matter of factly as he grabbed my hand.

"Albert, I can't," I replied, planting my feet. "Your Pa is going to be so angry with me."

"I'm sure he will be," Albert replied, "But that's only because he cares about you and want what's best for you."

"Do you think he really cares about me?" I asked.

"Of course," Albert replied, "We all do. Now come on, let's put their minds at ease," he urged again. This time I allowed him to lead me from my resting place. I didn't know what was in store for me, but at least I had a place to call home.