Chapter 6 Freed by the storm

• I couldn't stop crying knowing Josh was no longer with me. I've only met him today, but deep down. It felt like I knew him for a long time, even though he was a stranger. I felt safe with him and trusted him with my life. I had to find him; after the storm as pass. I had to escape from here and go in search of him.
• A strange smile appeared on my sad face; while I sink my hand within the soft bed grabbing onto the white sheet; knowing if I should leave and find him. He would take care of me and teach me what I needed to know of this world. First, I had to find out where he was.
• I wiped the tears from my eyes and sat up on my bed.
• "Are you finish crying now, reds?" Cindy said; while she sat up on her bed with a book in her hand.
• "Reds?" I repeated.
• Suddenly I looked up at my hair. Realizing the reason why she called me so. It was because of the color of my hair.
• Nervous, I turned my head aside staring at the room. It consists of two pieces of furniture. The two beds only.
• "What's your name?" she asked me.
• I turned my head away from her slowly; not allowing her to see my face.
• "You're a shy one, aren't you?" she said.
• I slowly moved my mouth and spoke. Wanting to see if she could help me find Josh.
• "Do you know where I can find Josh?" I asked her, softly. As I turned to her.
• Staring within her book, she folded a page within the middle and closed the small black book placing it within her lap; while one of her hand still hold it.
• "I'm not supposed to tell you, she told me, and anyways why would I tell you when you're not interested in answering my question?" she said.
• I looked at her sadly; not knowing what to say. I had no name. I needed to find Josh and I had to give her a name so she can tell me.
• What do I need to do, I thought? Suddenly I had a plan. All I had to do was lie to her.
• "My name is Reds?" I answered her.
• She raised her eyebrows; staring at me.
• "I'm I suppose to believe that," she said.
• "Why can't you tell me where he is?" I asked her disappointedly.
• "It's dinner time," she said. Placing her book on the bed. Removing herself from her bed about to leave the room.
• "Wait," I stopped her.
• "I don't have a name," I told her the truth. Desperate in finding Josh.
• She turned around. I lower my head staring at the brown carpet.
• "My grandma refuses to give me a name because I killed my mom while she gave birth to me and too was born of rape."
• She closes the door behind her and sat on the bed sadly.
• "I'm sorry,"  apologize.
• I looked at her with tears in my eyes. She removed herself from the bed and walked towards me.
• "You did not kill your mother, she said. It just happens that she had to die when she had you."
• I wanted to believe her, but I couldn't. I knew if she wasn't rape. She would be alive now and I would not have killed her.
• "I'm sorry," she again apologizes.
• I looked at her wiping away my tears.
• "Have your grandmother ever hurt you?" she inquires me.
• I didn't want any trouble. I moved about to exit the room.
• "Wait!" she stopped me.
• "Josh is in Spicy groove, that's where I will be going after the storm passes," she told me.
• I felt overwhelmed hearing her said that. I didn't know where Spicy groove was and she could help.
• I turned back towards her.
• "Will you help me find him?" I asked her.
• "First, I want to know why?" she inquired me.
• I hated she was giving me a hard them to give me answers and was finding her very irritating. I sigh heavily and answered her.
• "He makes me feel save," I told her sadly.
• She turned her head aside not looking at me and walked towards the window, sadly. I felt a bad feeling within my stomach; seeing the way she was now.
• "How long have you known Josh?" she inquired me.
• I walked up towards her.
• "I've known him just today," I answered her.
• "What if I tell you he is not the person how you see him as?" she told me.
• "He is a good person and I feel it within my heart the whole time he was with me," I said to her; not wanting to listen to whatever she was about to say.
• "Okay, she said while she turned around. Come with me when the storm pass and I will show you where he lives."
• "Good," I answered her with a bright smile on my face.
• "You're not going to be happy with what you will see," she said while she walked towards the door, opening it.
• I didn't care whatever she said for I knew that Josh was a great person. I felt it and he too was a hundred times much better than Phyllis.
• I sat back on my bed anxious for the storm to pass.
• "Aren't you coming?" Cindy inquired me.
• I was going to say no, but then I remember being kept within the cell and not being able to walk around where ever I needed to go.
• "Yes," I answered her; while I followed her.
• We went downstairs and turned left; soon we were within a large eating area with a very long wide table filled with numerous food. Around it sat a lot of people. People of my age and older. Cindy instructed me to sit.
• Suddenly I saw my grandma. She came around the table and took a chair right beside me. I felt my stomach twist inside of me hating she was next to me.
• She looked at me and then went for a bowl of mashed potatoes to eat with her barbecue chicken. I removed my eyes off her and only went for baked fish. The presence of her had made me lost my appetite; like always.
• "Aren't you going to try something else?" Cindy inquired me.
• "No," I answered her.
• Completing my meal, I head upstairs quickly away from the witch. Cindy accompanied me as well.
• "Was that lady your grandma?" she inquired me as we entered our room.
• I nodded.
• "I figured," she said.
• I lay on my bed sadly; staring at the white ceiling.
• "I lost the only person that matter to me, my mom at the age of sixteen," Cindy told me.
• I turned my attention to her as soon as I heard her sad story.
• "What happened to her?" I inquired her.
• "She was robbed and kill," She told me.
• "I'm sorry," I apologize to her sadly.
• "Yes," she answered.
• She too lay on her bed and turned towards me; while we both stared into each other face.
• "When you discover who Josh is and don't want to return home. You can come home with me," she told me.
• I smiled at her.
• "Josh will take care of me, but thanks anyway," I told her.
• "Okay," she said.
• I hated the way she answered me; trying to make me think Josh was a bad person.
• "Good night," I told her going off to sleep. Wishing not to talk to her anymore in allowing her to speak ill of Josh.
• "Good night," she answered.
• The rain had started to fall even harder; it was quite relaxing now that I was laying on a soft bed.
• I smiled as I remember I was wearing Josh's sweater. I held it and went off to sleep dreaming of finding him. He, the only one that showed me, love.
• I jumped from my sleep hearing the strong wind from outside.
• "Go back to sleep," Cindy instructed me.
• "We are save here," she again told me.
• I lay on my bed and closed my eyes. Falling asleep.
• I heard a loud sound downstairs. I got up and saw that Cindy was no longer in the room. I exit the room heading downstairs. Wondering what was happening.
• "The storm as pass," Cindy said to me as she saw me coming.
• I smiled happily; knowing I can now seek Josh.
• My smile disappears seeing Phyllis coming toward me.
• "Let's go home," she said.
• I moved slowly backward about to run. Suddenly I heard the tall strong man who had accompanied Josh to our home.
• "Phyllis," he called my grandma.
• She turned around.
• "I have bad news," he said.
• "What is it?" she asked him frighteningly.
• "Your house was destroyed by the storm," he told her.
• "No!" she shouted while she fell to the floor. The man ran and catch her.
• She started to cry.
• I didn't felt it that we now had no house to go to. I was happy I was no longer going to stay within that cell.
• I hope the cell had gone within the storm, I thought.
• "Do you have anywhere you can go miss?" the man inquired her while he held her up.
• "My son's home in Spicy groove," she answered him while she wept.
• My eyes widen hearing her said, Spicy groove.
• It was where Josh was.