This is a scene not used in my Leeward Files series but it gives a bit of backstory. Warning, it is a bit dark.
She was going to kill him. He’d known it for a while now. She was losing interest in him. She’d taken him to a couple of parties. He was small for his age. She said, he could still pass for younger. The men who took him were not interested in keeping a boy. Most of them had families, children of their own. Their friends and neighbors would be horrified if they knew what they were doing with little boys.
wiped the tears smearing snot across his face. He’d overheard her talking, she
was planning to dispose of him and soon. He couldn’t wait any longer, he had to
escape now. He listened as Aunt Mary packed the cooler in the boat. She would
be gone for a few hours. If he was lucky, he’d be long gone before she noticed
his absence. He worked the bolt loose, opening the manacle just a finger’s
width. Collapsing his hand, he slid it carefully from the heavy metal. He set
it carefully on the floor to keep it from clanging and alerting his aunt. He
hadn’t heard the boat start up. His heart beat quickened. Heavy tread on the
floor overhead told him she’d not left. She wasn’t going fishing. She was
getting rid of him today.
chance of survival was slim but he had no choice, he had to go now or he was
dead. He pried open the door to the wood box praying no snakes or rodents were
lurking on the other side. With all of his strength, he shoved the small stack
of wood from the box and climbed out.
What are you doing? Get back here before someone sees you!”
faster. Stumbling over limbs and sliding across pine straw in his bare feet. He
was only allowed shoes when they went to a party. His feet burned from sand
spurs and briars. The pain and fear making it hard to think. He could hear Mary
wheezing as she lumbered after him. He glanced over his shoulder, she was
getting close. When he turned back around a girl was in his path. He tumbled
over her tangling them both in an awkward puzzle of arms and legs.
what’s your hurry? Are you playing hide-and-seek?” The girl asked.
taller than he, dark hair and eyes and skin the color tea after the ice melts.
He couldn’t speak. He wanted to stay but knew he had to go. Leaping to his feet
he started to run.
do you think you’re going?”
stopped. His heart pounding. The stupid girl had gotten in his way. She’d kept
him from escaping. Terrified, he looked around for a place to run.
Mary, how’s it been?” An old man walked from the house waving his arm. “I
haven’t seen you around in a while. Who’s this fine young man.
glared at the man and shrugged her round shoulders. “He’s my nephew. He came to
spend some time with me.”
girl asked. “Aren’t you in school? We just started back. When does your school
her hand in his. Phil stammered. “I’m not in school.”
frowned. “I haven’t gotten him enrolled yet. Everything happened so fast. His
mama died, and my sister, his grandmother was supposed to take him in but then,
she got bad off.” She shrugged. “So here he is.”
man nodded. “I got some clothes here Billy has out grown.”
aunt spat and grabbed his arm and pulled him away from the girl. “I’ll be
taking him shopping.”
your name? Mine’s Rae Lynne.” She walked beside them oblivious to Mary’s
he stammered from lips gone dry with fear.
old are you? Will we be in the same grade?” She skipped along, her voice
rising and falling as she bounced beside them. “I’m eleven. I’m going into
got learning problems, he may have to go to special school,” Mary growled.
they have special classes at my school. Billy had to be in a special reading
program because he’s dyslexic. Are you dyslexic too?”
“You talk too much girl, go home.You can see Philip at school,” she barked but Rae didn’t flinch. She smiled and waved, turning around to go back the way she’d come. “By Philip, I’ll see you in school.”
The memory of that day was as clear to Phil as yesterday. He’d hated Rae for interfering with his getting away, but he’d come to realize she’d probably saved his life. He should be grateful but the nightmare his life had been, made him wish he’d never run.