Adapt

I flopped on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Trapped and abandoned. What had I gotten myself into?

NO! what had Aunt Rhianna gotten me into!

Nearly an hour passed as I wallowed in self-pity, trying to figure out what I was going to do next. The floor would likely have scuff marks warn into it from the pacing I was starting to do. This was going to be a long winter if Aunt Rhianna wasn’t expecting me back until at least spring, if ever…

Foot stepped sounded in the hall nearly an hour later and the door opened as Ian walked in with Kiara gripped by the scruff of her neck. He flung her into the room and closed the door. Kiara tripped and fell to the floor, clutching a pillow and a blanket as her brown locks spilled around her face. I rushed over and helped her to her feet. She held a toothbrush in one hand and a small bag in the other. Her knuckles were white, as if these few items were all the worldly possessions she had and she would not let them go