*Briar heads for the window, glad to feel the cool breeze on her slightly reddened cheeks. She waits until she hears the door close before turning to check he has left the room.
Satisfied that she is alone, she turns her attention to examine the bracelet in more detail.
Once again she is astounded by the amount of money he appears to be spending on her.*
*Her mind is a confused muddle of questions and conflicting thoughts.
He’d never taken her out before, what was he doing?
Despite herself, she couldn’t help feeling a bit excited. She hadn’t been out of the house and grounds since Tyram had rescued her from Uthred and Kerrigan. *
*Except for the time…
No… that was a dream.
Sometimes it was so hard to separate dreams from reality.
The dream where she had been running through the streets…escaping… that had been so realistic. What had she been running from? She struggled to remember.
It was a kidnapping… Uthred and Kerrigan had kidnapped her and she was running, running… trying to get away.
And then she’d woken up, and she was back here in safety. Tyram was there to comfort; to protect… like he always had been…
Or had he?*
*A weak memory struggles to the surface. Tyram’s face twisted in a cruel grin as he hit her again and again. She shudders in horror… where had that come from?
Surely that wasn’t real? …but she couldn’t swear either way.*
*It was much easier not to think; just to let herself be swept away on a tide of apathy.
Why did she need to know what was true anyway?
What was wrong with spending each day in a dreamlike blur?
She had everything she needed right here. Food, clothes, shelter… more better quality than she could ever earn out on the streets.
Then why did she still feel as if something was missing?*
*She shook her head to clear the awkward questions, and sits patiently waiting for Tyram to return… twisting the bracelet round and round her wrist.*
"Burundi? ...Isn't that some kind of drink?"
"Just remember two things while you're out there - don't get shot and avoid machetes... then you'll be fine"