Elsie Taylor knew nothing more than the life that involved the constant moving around. She had always thought that it was normal to not have a place to call home, as she was too young to understand what was really going on.
"I knew nothing more tha...
I then got out of the truck, having to jump down with my teddy still clutched to my chest. It felt weird, not having my blanket wrapped around me, but Daddy was using it for the better. He needed it more than I did. I then climbed into the back of the truck, where Daddy had put the bag full of food, or so I hoped.
As I opened the back of it, I realized that everything had been taken. There was nothing there except a few of Daddy's work shoes and tools. A car than slowed down, stopping a bit in front of our truck, as I climbed out of the back and ducked behind the truck. I really hoped that John hadn't come back with whoever that he had driven off with.
I didn't understand a word that he had said to my daddy, and now that he had done what he had done, I was stuck here, my chest heaving up and down as I waited for what was about to happen. I watched, as two people got out of their car, turning on some sort of light and flashing it in my direction.
I accidentally dropped my teddy in the dirt, quickly picking it up as my sobs got worse. "Hello?" a deep voice said, as I heard them stop. Maybe they could help me get out of here, as they did have a car after all. I then gathered myself, as I stepped to the side of Daddy's truck, hoping that my tears would be enough to stop them from doing anything.
The two of them had stopped, both with shocked looks on their faces. I was confused now. I tried to stop the sobs that were coming out of my mouth, as one of them approached me, quietly. He had crouched down, from what I could see in the dark. Daddy had left his lights on, showing the car that they had come from, and they had left theirs on too, showing what was ahead of them.
"Hey, little girl, we aren't going to hurt you. We just want to help you. Why are you out here, in the dark? Is this your truck?" the man questioned, as he came to a short stop in front of me. I knew that he probably thought that I was much younger, as people had always told me that I was small for my age and looked much younger than I actually was when I told them my age.
I just nodded at the man, as he then opened his arms, making me initially step back, before he gestured for me to come closer. "Can I pick you up?" I just nodded again, as he wrapped his arms around him. "Bag" I muttered, pointing to the back of the truck as the man was walking back to the other car.
"Hey, Jack, can you get the bag out of the back?" he asked the other man, who looked younger than the one that was holding me. I wanted to so badly rest my head on his shoulder and go to sleep, as he was quiet warm, even in the warm night, I was still cold and shaking after what I had just seen before me.
The other man, Jack, opened the back door, as I saw my bag, which he reached for before slinging it over his own shoulder. My eye lids were blinking really fast now as the tears continued to fall faster and faster. There was nothing more I could do for my daddy as we walked further and further away from him, making me reach back towards our truck.
It was the same truck that I had had so many sleeps in the back seat, been able to sit in the front seat, sat on Daddy's lap as he tried to teach me how to drive with his assistance, slept in the trailer of the truck. So many memories just washed away with Daddy, the same way that John had just driven away, not caring that he had killed my daddy; my hero.
"Shh, shh, it's ok" I was then handed to someone, as they climbed into the car. I panicked at this, feeling my heart rate pick up even faster, with my breathing, as I tried hard to focus on something but my vision was so clouded with my tears that I couldn't focus on anything. "What do I do?" I heard someone say, making me cry even harder that I was stressing these people out.
I had forced them to take me and look after me when I should have been able to do it myself. I should have stayed, lying flat in the trailer of the truck while I taught myself how to set up camp. I shouldn't have put myself in this position, with these people that could potentially hurt me like John hurt my daddy and just left me there with him.
A hand was rubbing up and down my front, while I collapsed into whoever was holding me, quieting down, as the tears eventually turned into me being so exhausted that I couldn't bother thinking about where I was going or who I was with, just that I was so tired and the person that was holding me was calm, warm and so familiar that I felt a sense of safety when I knew that I should have been thinking about the dangers.
For once, I had the best sleep in my life.
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