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Alone

Waiting

Pursuit

Found

Done

Dark

Disagree

Arguing

Sorrows

Guest

Stress

Discovery

Opportunity

Resolve

Pouring

Reality

Nerve

Determined

Worried

Mirror

Talking

Feelings

Returning

Demands

Meeting

Temptation

Hiding

Results

Breakdown

Doors

Light

Frenzy

Returned

Time

Family

Surprise

Letter

More

Deception

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Author's Note

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GONE - BOOK THREE

by Stacy Claflin

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Alone

Heather squirmed against the tight restraints. The jacket wouldn't budge. She tried to readjust her right shoulder because the jacket pinned her in the most uncomfortable angle. Pain shot through her arm in all directions.

How had she come to this? She was a normal sixteen year old—or she had been until everything crumbled around her. Her dad had killed her mom. Why wouldn't anyone listen to her? He needed to be locked up, not her.

She stopped fighting the straight jacket and found that her arm didn't hurt so much. She needed a new plan. So far, nothing else had worked. That much was obvious. Heather looked up at the camera in the ceiling.

They were watching her, those sadistic nurses. How they were able to keep their jobs, she would never know. If she ever got out, she'd tell everyone what really went on. But she didn't know how she would ever get out. She had turned into the problem patient and they were intent on fixing her.

How long would they keep her in seclusion this time? Time moved slower than ever in there, so she never could tell. Didn't they know they were making her crazy? Or maybe her dad paid someone off to torment her so she appeared to go off the deep end.

Sure, attacking the head nurse hadn't been her best moment, but Heather hadn't seen any other options. No one would listen to her. She had tried convincing them of her mental health, tried to make them listen. But no, they had to keep pushing her. It should have been no surprise that she snapped.

Heather had already gone through enough with losing her mom, but then to be locked away like a criminal? They took her for observation, at least that's what they told her. The fact that her dad didn't visit her should have told them something, but it hadn't.

Where was that jerk, anyway? He must have been enjoying the time to himself. Or could he be on the run because of what he had done to her mom? Heather doubted that, because if anyone knew he had killed her, Heather wouldn't be locked up.

Instead, she suffered their torture while trying to deal with the fact that her mom was never coming back and her dad was responsible. Anger burned within the pit of her stomach. She wanted to scream and kick herself free. Not that it would get her the attention she wanted. She would only get more time in solitary.

She fought to free herself from the jacket again. More pain shot through her shoulder and arm. Tears ran down her face. They probably laughed at her from behind the camera.

They had sent her into the room to punish her, and now with her in tears it was icing on the cake. They won and she lost. She stared into the camera, imagining the icy-cold eyes of the head nurse.

Finally, the tears stopped and she looked away from the camera—her only link to humanity. How long had it been since she had had real contact with people? Not the people inside the building, but her friends at school. Did they miss her? If they did, why hadn't anyone come to see her?

More tears stung, but she blinked them away. What waited for her outside the walls? Anyone? Did anyone care that she languished inside a nut house, turning into someone who belonged there?

Maybe if someone would have bothered visiting her, she wouldn't have found herself going down this path. Or if any of the nurses bothered to be nice to her. That would have gone a long way. But no, they taunted her instead. Just like they were doing now.

If she could push her anger aside and ignore the injustices, would that help? If she pretended as though the cruel witches were actually human beings with feelings? Would that help?

The thought of being nice to them sent chills through her. It would be like admitting defeat, or worse, saying what they had done to her had been okay. On the other hand, if it was a step toward getting out, it might be worth it.

Heather took a deep breath and thought about her grandparents and their farm. It had been so long since she had been out there. She had missed going there for Christmas break. There was nothing like Christmas on the farm. She even had her own room there, even though it wasn't how she would have had it. She would give anything to see them.

She closed her eyes and imagined being in the kitchen with Grandma, making some soup. She loved to make it from scratch, and nothing else compared to it or anything she made. Her mouth watered as she actually smelled the soup. In the background, she heard Grandpa's old sitcoms. He probably knew each episode by heart, but that didn't stop him from watching them over and over.

It had been so nice to visit them, even though she knew it wasn't real. At least not yet. She would get back there. Heather had no other option. Next she pictured her home, but it sat empty. She tried to draw up images of Mom, but she was still gone. Tears escaped Heather's closed eyes. How would she get through the rest of her life without her mom? Especially since her dad had gone off the deep end?

She had to get out of the mental hospital. Even if it meant sucking up to the nurses. She knew she wasn't insane. Anyone living through what she had to endure would act up, too.

Heather took a deep breath, and prepared what she would say. She opened her eyes and stared into the camera. The words fought to stay inside. She didn't want to say them, but she had no other choice. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have hit that nurse."

Waiting

The wind howled, pushing on the light tent. Coyotes howled in response, not too far in the distance.

Macy Mercer wrapped a blanket around herself, shuddering. "They don't sound so far away this time."

Allie shook her head, pulling her own blanket tighter. "I hope the guys are okay."

"They are." Macy sounded a lot surer than she felt. She looked into Allie's scared, green eyes. "They know what they're doing, and when they come back, we'll have a nice meal too."

Another animal howled, but this time midway through it let out a high-pitched yelp. Barking followed.

Allie moved closer to Macy, who opened up and wrapped her blanket around the younger girl.

Tina sat up across the tent. She looked around. "What's going on?"

"The boys went to get food," Macy said. "They wanted us to have protein."

"That wind won't give up." Tina moved her long, light brown hair out of her face. "You think Jonah's looking for us in this weather?"

"Wouldn't surprise me," Allie said. She shook in Macy's arms.

Macy held her tighter. "We've barely stopped in the last two days. Even if they are looking, we have such a good head start I don't think it matters."

Tina pulled her hair into a ponytail. "Yeah, but they have vehicles. We don't."

"They can't get cars through these woods," Macy countered. "We've all got cuts from those thorn bushes."

"Horses. They have horses."

"You think they could get horses through some of those paths?" Macy ran her hand along a scab that went from almost her eye down to her lip. "There's no way."

Tina narrowed her eyes. "They have things to cut away shrubbery. Jonah's the most determined man I've ever met."

Allie sniffled, making crying noises.

"Maybe we should talk about something else," Macy said. "We're scaring Allie."

"She should be scared—we all should be. That's what's going to keep us going, and keep us alive."

"We should be aware, sure," Macy said. "Not scared, though. That's not going to help us. We've made it this far, with so little food and sleep. Then we found this abandoned camp site."

"All the more reason to be afraid."

Macy raised an eyebrow.

"Did you stop to think why all this stuff was abandoned?" Tina asked. "People don't generally leave a tent full of blankets unless something's wrong."

"Maybe one of them got hurt, and they didn't have time to pack up. They just left to get to a hospital."

Tina ran her hands through her ponytail. "Whatever you want to tell yourself. I'm going back to sleep." She tucked herself into the sleeping bag, covering her head.

"Do you think she's right?" Allie asked.

"I think she has the right idea of going back to sleep. We need our rest."

"Can I sleep in your bag with you?"

"Sure." Macy reached over and pulled Allie's pillow over and then unzipped her sleeping back and connected the two.

Before long, Macy listened to the sounds of both the other girls' heavy breathing along with the wind whipping the tent. Was Tina right? Would Jonah and the others use horses to catch up to them?

It didn't seem likely. They didn't know what direction the group of kids had gone, and they probably assumed they went to the highway. Macy had wanted to go there, but Luke said that would be the first place they looked.

They had been on the run for more than two days. It would be difficult for them to find the group of kids. They were at the base of the mountains, so the woods went for miles in every direction. How would they know where to start looking?

No. Luke had meant it when he told Macy that he was going to help her get back home to her family—her real family. Not with Chester and Rebekah. If Chester got his hands on her again…Macy shuddered.

She would fight him to the death. He had kidnapped her once, but it wasn't going to happen again. She'd been stupid enough to get into his truck in the first place. Since then he'd starved her, beaten her, tied her up and left her imprisoned…but the worst part was being away from her family for so long. It nearly ripped her heart out. Macy had wanted independence for so long—but not like this.