Kelly’s POV: I stared up at Deryck. How the hell did he know I was in here? Oh, god, please don’t let him beat me, I prayed. He smirked at me.
“Well, well, what have we here?” He said, walking towards me. I backed up and pressed against a tree. Great, I thought. Now I had no way to escape.
“I asked you a question,” he hissed, glaring at me.
“I-I umm.. j-just wanted to get some f-food for my friend...” my voice trailed off. The way he was looking at me made me feel the slightest bit uneasy. Okay, I lied. Really uneasy.
“You know what happens to slaves who get caught in the woods,” he said sweetly, and I could feel my stomach churn. I did the weakest thing possible then. I knelt down in the mud and folded my hands.
“Please, please don’t beat me, sir, please,” I begged. Yes, I was actually begging on my knees. So brave of me, I know. “I-I’ll do anything.” Deryck heaved an exasperated sigh.
“Stand up, girl,” he said, and I did so. “Look at me.” With every ounce of strength I could muster, I looked him in the eye. He glared at me for a few moments, before smiling sweetly and stepping to the side.
“Go.” I looked at him in disbelief.
“W-what did you say?” I asked, not sure I quite heard him right.
“I said go,” he said, and gestured to the path in front of him. I heard him loud and clear that time. I didn’t hesitate and sprinted down the path and back to the plantation. Only when I was in the comfort of the girl’s cabin did I notice how badly my lungs were burning and how hard it was for me to breathe. I should really run more, I thought. What am I saying? That wasn’t the real thought I was having, and I knew it. My real thought was, Why hadn’t Deryck punished me like he did everyone else?
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Remember Me
Teen FictionZoey, Kelly, and Jasmine aren't normal girls. They don't go to school, or text their friends, they don't even have any friends besides each other. They're slaves. Slaves that work on an old time-y plantation with modern twists, along with a crowd of...
