Scaping

Bryson was coming upstairs to find me hidding under de central table of the forbidden room, that wasnt to cleaver once that was my favorite place to hide when i was annxious and he knew it.

"What are you doing there dummy?!"

He was crawling down the table, having a hard time trying to find a good position to seat there since he was taller than me.

"Im hiding", I said. But that was obvious.

"Hiding from what?! Im not gonna let them take you away if thats what you were thinking!"

"But Mrs. Write said that they wanted to take me home with them..."

Than he did what he would always do when i was said, put his hand on my had and mess with my hair "dummy girl".

I was 8 years old when the last couple tried to adopt me. I always knew that there was nothing that my brother could do if Mrs. Write had chosen that couple, since they were the best ones, but still she knew how we felt, he was the only thing that i had close to a family. Yes, Bryson was not my brother, he was actually my cousin, or at least that was what my mom would tell me, she raised him because she was very found of his parents, and they died to young. But when my mom died and my dad had to raise us it was different, and Bryson had to took me away, i don't remember any of it, and he never talks much about it.

 One thing i knew tough, that we couldn't be separated. 

Now that i remember those times at the foster house its weird, because for me it was so unrealistic, that it just feels like a dream, you could think that it was actually a nightmare, but Bryson never let me see how it really was to not have a family.

That day that he stayed with me under the table i will never forget, because it was that day that he decided to run away from there. He waited for me to sleep, as a kid would after being so anxious about something, so he brought me back to my room, placed me in my bed and tried not to make any noise while going away, but once he was reaching the door i woke up.

"where are you going" He came quickly to my side, sat on the bed.

"Im going to find a way to let us out of this place, i know some places that we could stay, we just have to scape"

"But what about Mrs. Write?"

"If we do it right by the time she noticed that we are gone, we will be far away from here"

That said he went to his room. I was so nervous i couldn't breath. That night we would finally start to have some future for us, if that even makes sense.

 But as the hours passed by and Bryson didn't showed up i got really anxious, i didn't knew what was going on, maybe something went wrong, maybe Mrs. Write had discovered him sneaking around, maybe he had hurt himself, i couldn't think straight so i had to find him. I sneak by the back of the children's room and got out, turned right at the end of the corridor, ran upstairs as quite as i, an 8 year old clumsy girl, could be, and entered in the first room that i could remember. I would never go to the grow ups rooms as we kids called it, it was forbidden, as everything else in that foster house. I tried to find something that would bright my ideas but i only could find disappointment when i found his empty bed, did he left without me?! It couldn't be! He would never do that.

I tried to went back to sleep, but i couldn't, so i stayed awake, till morning, and after 2 days he didn't came back, not even to take me with him. Mrs. Write was devastated, she was firm but kind, and to know that one of her kids where lost was to much for her, she was and old lonely lady after all, and we were everything to her. i was miserable, wouldn't eat, get out of bed, talk, anything.

At the 7 night i had already lost hope, at least a little. That was until i heard a familiar voice calling me "dummy! wake up silly willy"

There he was, right next to me, i could not believe it, i just pulled out of bed and hugged him as tight as i could, ok, it wasn't much but i tried.

"I thought you have left me!"

 "How would i do that?! Who would i call dummy all the time?"

 "Where were you?"

"Trying to find a way for us to be out of here..."

"Did you find it?"

"well that i will talk to you in the morning, but don't worry, i will come up with something soon you will see"

Obviously he had a plan and he wouldn't tell me, but i could wait until the morning, to know that he was there was everything that i needed to know.