After my bath, I dress back into my messy clothes and walk out to the humongous kitchen. I didn't realize how hungry I am until now.
"Do you want something to eat?" Angi asks, appearing out from the gorgeous spiral staircase beside the pantry.
"Please," I reply, feeling my stomache growl loudly.
Angi walks to the fridge and jerks in open.

"Let's get you a bath, Emily," Angi says once we are inside. The house is huge. There are arched ceilings, and beautiful worksmanship engraved on every piece of furniture. Even the supersized flat-screen tv is beautiful.
I run my hands over the wooden lion on the couch.
"Emily! Don't you dare touch that without my permission!" Angi shouts in my ear.
I jerk my pale hand away immediately.

When I awake the rain has stopped falling.
Morning dew has covered my face, making my shirt even wetter than it was in the first place. I sit up. It must be early, for it is still slightly foggy and the sun is still rising some.
I feel wet leaves and sticks cling to my hair, but it doesn't matter.
I'll get a home soon. I mean, who wouldn't want to take in an innocent ten year old?

Thunder booms outside. Soaked, I run. I have to get away from that awful place.
Rain it pounds on my worn out clothes, stinging my fair skin.
"Sierra! Sierra, get back here girl!" a man's voice yells.
But I only run faster. He is evil.
I know he isn't my real father, no matter what he and his wife say.

Chapter the Ninth

The fairy stopped to look at Aria questioningly.