Disclaimer: This story belongs to Sue Monk Kidd, and that is not my name..yet.
I was angry. Angry at the world, angry at the white men, angry at everything, except Lily. Lily. I couldn't even explain how bad I felt. She just sat there, begging me with her eyes to tell, and I didn't. I couldn't, I would've had to tell the white man who threw that bottle. And I just couldn't do that to my friend. I hoped she wouldn't be too upset with me. All I could see were her watery, blue eyes looking at me when they took me away. How did she even get home? The keys were in my pocket. I hoped someday she would forgive me.
"Zachary Taylor," the guard called, waking me up, "you have visitors. They get five minutes." I wasn't expecting anybody, so I was shocked when I saw August and Lily walked in. Lily looked so scared and sad. Her eyes were puffy from crying so much, and that killed me. August talked about the bees. I was grateful she didn't ask how I was doing, she already knew that answer. I didn't really listen to her though; my eyes were glued on Lily. She didn't look like she hated me, but with her you could never tell. I don't know exactly what she said, but I know it wasn't what I needed to hear. The guards made them leave and Lily looked at me until the door came between us.
"I'm so sorry," I said after they left and sighed. I sunk down to the floor. I counted on my fingers, only four more days until I got out.
Author's Note: Wow, these just keep getting shorter and shorter haha. Anyways, please review and enjoy!