“I"m hungry,” Beth whined. Her growling stomach made her point.
“I know, I am too.”
“When the hell is he c-coming back?”
I shrugged. “I don"t know.”
“You w-want me to.” Beth held up her fist.
“No, it"s my turn.” I stood in front of the hidden door and took a deep breath. “Hey, hey…can you hear me?” My fist pounded. Despite taking turns throughout the day, it was sore from the banging yesterday and the day before that. A dark bruise had begun to form over the tender spot.
It had been several days since we"d last seen him and though he"d left us more food, he hadn"t brought much that was edible. We had even become sick, and we agreed it was the meat he"d given us for breakfast the morning we saw him last. We thought it had tasted fine, but then we did not know how it should have tasted
