Disclaimer: Chapter 1
AN- Before any confusion takes place, the italicized part is the dream Ruth had that made her tell Wendy her life story basically.
She was at her parent's funeral, holding her little sister Lily, who was sobbing into Ruth's shirt. She happened to glance over in Uncle Lee's direction, and noticed his son Caleb was watching Lilly and her rather intently. So was his father. Ruth shuddered, and held Lily tighter to her. Then the funeral faded, and Ruth was overseeing Lily in her room, playing with her dolls. Uncle Lee walked into the room. He forced Lily onto the bed, and began molesting her. Ruth tried to protect her sister, but all she could do was watch.
She awakened from her nightmare, covered in sweat and tears. Wendy was by her side, wiping her brow and whispering soothing words. She had to remind herself that Lily was safe with their grandparents, and that Uncle Lee couldn't harm them anymore.
Wendy had been very supportive, and for the first time Ruth could lay her worries on someone's shoulders, instead of being the strong one all of the time.
And now Ruth, after only a night in bed, was able to get up and explore her room. The door to the very far left was a bathroom, with a huge bath tub deep enough to swim in, and tons of various soaps and lotions.
The door to the far right was a walk in closet, full of clothes, shoes, and accessories. The clothes when from jeans to ball gowns
The door to the middle was locked. Normally she loved locked doors, because that meant safety. But now she was feeling trapped, and Ruth wanted out of that room.
And then the door was unlocked, and Wendy entered the room.
"Good mornin ma'am, how r ya?" She asked while she made the bed.
"A lot better, thank you for last night." Ruth admitted, watching Wendy work.
"That's always good ta hear. So will ya take brekfest out in the dinin room ta day?" Wendy walked to the closet and picked out an outfit for Ruth to approve.
"I take it this means I have no choice in the matter?" Ruth asked with a wry grin.
"Exactly. You've got the caged look in ye eyes, and a brisk walk would do ye good. Get changed ma'am!"
It didn't matter if Ruth approved the clothes or not, because Wendy shoved her and the clothes into the bathroom.
Five minutes later, Ruth came out in jeans and a spaghetti strap shirt. Ruth sat her down in front of the vanity and brushed her hair out, before putting it in a low ponytail.
"Off we go!" Said Wendy, hooking her arm through Ruth's.