Chapter Twenty-Seven
Daphne's Point of View
As I was getting out of the shower, I could hear Hannah's bubbly voice calling my name. I poked my head out of the bathroom and let her know that I was only going to be a moment. I hurried and dried off and threw my clothes on before tying my hair up ina ponytail. Today I was finally leaving, and surprisingly I had mixed emotions about it. I was happy to be leaving here, that I was no longer a slave. On the other hand, this place is all I have ever known. I am a little anxious about going to a place that is completely brand new. I truly wonder what my future holds.
“Are you ready to see your new home?” Hannah is already bouncing around the room, a wide smile capturing her face. Her energy is contagious, and I find myself getting excited about it as well. “ I can not wait for you to see the house; I think you are going to love it. Oh, and I can show you around our little town, and my favorite café and coffee shop.” Hannah is very excited, and I laugha little at how fast she is rattling off places she wants to go. “Alright well let's go get you all packed up, because I am ready to get there.”
I lead Hannah out of Caleb’s room and take her to the back stairs. There is a comfortable silence between us. I start getting a little nervous as we get closer to my room. I know that it is not much, but for so long it has been my sanctuary.
“I do not have much so it wont take long to get it together. I mainly just want to grab the few books that I have hidden away.” I naturally look at the floor as I tell Hannah this.
“I understand I only had a few clothes to bring with me too when Theo and Caleb bought me. Daphne I was a slave too, so
I know what it is like.” Hannah puts her hand on my back in comfort. I open the door slowly, revealing my home for the first time to someone else. Looking at my bedroom after spending the night in the green room with Caleb I can finally see how low I have really lived. My makeshift bed is barely an inch above the actual floor. There is no art, or color really in my room.
“Alright well let us get started. Where are your books?” Hannah's bubbly personality is shining through again, she is trying to put me at ease, and it is working. I walk in and lead Hannah over to where there is a loose floorboard near the corner. In this little hole is the only treasure I own, my books. The floorboard is being stubborn today and does not come up as easily as I would have liked. Finally, it breaks free and I can move it to the side. As I am pulling my first book out Caleb surprises us both by showing up. Hannah and I had been so focused on the floorboard we did not hear him approach, and his voice startled us a little.
I am embarrassed that Caleb is seeing my room. I know that it is not much, but it was mine. Having him here raises my anxiety. I do not know what he is thinking as he looks around the room. He does not say much but walks over and grabs my clothes. That is all Iown, and I am ready to go now. Caleb, Hannah, and I walk back to the green room and
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