Disclaimer: I own the Seteones and the plot. I do not own "Not Ready to Make Nice" by the Dixie Chicks.
Chapter Seven
The Escape
Amy's POV:
Forgive, Sounds good
Forget I'm not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I'm still waiting
I looked at the other girl. She was sitting on a bed, crying.
"Did he hurt you," I asked. She looked at me.
"He kicked me in my stomach and punched my face," she said. I felt angry at Joseph for doing that.
I'm through with doubt
Nothing left for me to figure out
I've paid a price
And I'll keep paying
"We have to get out of here," I said. The girl looked at me.
"How," she said.
"We have to think of something," I said. She smiled
"Kay, what's your name," she said.
"Amy," I answered.
"Max," she said smiling.
I'm not ready to make nice
I'm not ready to back down
Still mad as hell
And don't have time to go round, round, and round
It's too late to make it right
Probably wouldn't if I could
Cause I'm made as hell and can't bring myself to do what it is you think I should.
"I have an idea," Max said. I looked at her.
"There's a vent right there," she said pointing "if we can get in there before he comes back."
"Okay, lift me up than I'll pull you up," I said. Max nodded and lifted me up.
I know, you said
Can't you just get over it
It turned my whole world
And I kinda like it
In my bed and I sleep like a baby
With no regrets and I don't mind saying
It's a sad, sad story when a mother would teach her daughter
That she oughta hate a perfect stranger
And how in the world could the words that I said
Send somebody so over the edge that they write me a letter
Saying that I should shut up and sing or my life would be over
I got in the vent and pulled Max up too.
"Come on let's try and find our way through," I said. Max pointed to the left.
"If you go that way we will be above you living room," Max said. I shrugged and went that way.
I'm not ready to make nice
I'm not ready to back down
Still mad as hell
And don't have time to go round, round, and round
It's too late to make it right
Probably wouldn't if I could
Cause I'm made as hell and can't bring myself to do what it is you think I should
I'm not ready to make nice
I'm not ready to back down
Still mad as hell
And don't have time to go round, round, and round
It's too late to make it right
Probably wouldn't if I could
Cause I'm made as hell and can't bring myself to do what it is you think I should
What it is you think I should
Forgive, Sounds good
Forget I'm not sure I could
They say time heals everything
But I'm still waiting