28 Elyn Holiday (2/2)

”Beemaya” I try my hardest but it doesn't sound right. She does smile and shrug when I attempt to get it right, so I decide to call her Bee.

Bee reaches to lift me down from the cart, helping me stand up while my legs wake up. She nods as I look up at her with a faint smile.

Holding my hand she leads me indoors towards a large table with different foods put out on it. There are some people stood around the outside of the table against the wall who look like those maids Emmie kept reading about. Bee helps me sit in one of the chairs near the door at the end of the table and she sits on the side.

Plates are put out in front of us as i stare at the different colours of food on the table prepared as if for me. Bee looks at me again while gesturing in the direction of some of the plates. I think she is asking me to pick.

I point at one of the fish-like foods and then at one of the plates with some kind of bacon before pointing at what looks to be an orange coloured apple. Bee gestures at one of the maids to help before pointing out her own foods.

I can't help but stare at how Bee reminds me of those posh people I saw on TV, she seems almost too comfortable with being here.

Distracted by the food being placed in front of me I start eating. The fish tastes slightly rubbery while the bacon has the taste of salt and fat making me drool. I try to get Bees attention by pointing at the bacon again and one of the maids helps bring the plate over to add more to the dish in front of me.

Bee points at the bacon and starts sounding out a name, ”Tsuta eroli.”

After I finish off as much bacon as they are going to give me, I start taking a bite into the apple before realising how sour it is making me bite my tongue. Bee laughing as she watches me eat it. After a few bites of trying not to waste the apple I can feel my mouth stinging and decide to leave the apple on the plate before grabbing one of the nearby drinks of water.

After food, Bee tries to take me to what seems to be a bedroom, the room is really big and has a few paintings on the wall which I don't understand. She gestures at what looks to be the bath and drags me there. I feel like I've been camping for a month so I don't refuse but I have no way to say that I'm fine alone so in the end I get help before one of the maids brings in some pyjamas for me to wear.

I don't want to sleep without knowing where Emmie is, I'm worried about where he went to and what is happening to him. Back home he would lock me in the house at night sometimes while he went out but I'm not sure if he will come back this time.

I used to cry when Emmie left the house overnight, he always looked worried or upset but kept smiling at me, telling me it would be fine and that he would come back quickly. A few times he sent over a babysitter who he knew from when he used to go to the school I went too. Only after I get sleepy from being upset do I fall asleep in a bed too large for me, alone in the huge dark room.