Chapter 4Friday
A week had gone by since William last wanted to escape, and I had a hard time relaxing. Every time he opened his mouth, I feared it would be something about running away or breaking out, and I didn’t know how to divert him anymore. I could only drag him to the cafeteria so many times.
“What are you looking at?”
I jumped at his gruff voice. “Oh, you’re awake.” He’d been napping in the armchair by the TV for the last half hour.
“Of course, I’m awake. You think I come to this place to sleep?”
Desperately, I searched for something to say, something to make him forget about this place. My heart banged in my ears. I didn’t have the energy for any breakout attempts today. My body ached, and the weariness in my bones grew more insistent for each minute passing.
I honestly did
