The next morning, I lay there watching him sleep. It was odd he seemed to need way more sleep than I did. As with everything else, I had no idea if it was me that was strange or him. I usually only slept for five or six hours. At home, I would have been up and about, heading into the woods or reading. Instead, I lay there in a bed that wasn’t my own, knowing the day was going to be a bad one. I made the decision hours ago. I needed to go home. I needed to speak to my mum and Vanessa. I needed information, and it was something he couldn’t give me.It wasn’t like I believed he would stop me from going back. I knew in my heart that he wouldn’t. Regardless, it would cause problems for him. He would be taking a huge risk. Even sneaking me out of the camp again could be a problem, and then he was taking the risk that I wouldn’t come back. I was taking that risk, too. For all I knew, my parents could lock me up in the basement to try to prevent me from returning to him.Even
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