Chapter 4 I'm Leaving

• (Sienna)
• Standing in front of the mirror, I stared at my reflection, I was a shadow of myself.
• The scars I had gotten while in prison mocked me heavily, it was hell in there and every day I prayed to get out, the bullying didn't stop sooner, but it did at some point, somehow the inmates who would bully and punish me started avoiding me.
• But the only good thing it taught me was to stand up for myself, and it gave me Erica, the only good person who would look at me and smile, reassuring me that it'll get better.
• Just like me, Erica was framed for killing her brother's wife and locked up.
• I was let out but she's still in there but I'd do anything to get her out, literally anything.
• My heart clenches as I think of Claire, I still haven't found out where she is, I'm hoping to bring it up after dinner.
• Also, I'd love to go to college. I was just fresh out of highschool before I was thrown into prison.
• A knock on my door, interrupted my thoughts. I ignored it, I for one don't want to talk to either of them.
• “Ms Sienna, it's me, Elizabeth.” My heart almost flew to my stomach when I heard that name.
• The only person who had shown me kindness in this house, and the only one who was present at the scene last three years, who must have seen what happened on that day or not.
• I don't know if she believes I did it or not, if she did, then she must've been forced not to breathe a word of it to anyone.
• I wasn't scared to face her because of this though, I was just —- afraid she might see me differently, she was the only one that treated me like human back then.
• The knock comes again and I hesitantly reached to get the door. I was bound to face her sooner or later though.
• I pulled the door knob, revealing a woman in her late fifties, our gaze met and then I froze, feeling a conflicted mix of emotions.
• I didn't know how to react.
• But contrast to what I had expected, her eyes lightened up and she pulls me in for a warm hug.
• I was caught off guard at first but then I hugged her back.
• “I didn't push Brittany, I swear.” I blurt out, wanting to clear the air as soon as we broke apart.
• She gives me a knowing look, much to my surprise. “I know you didn't,” she says and my eyes bulge.
• “You do?” I let the words out.
• She nods. “I knew the whole time, I had taken a glass of juice to Ms Elaine, you were out in the patio at the time,”
• Thinking of this, my eyes mist slowly, a wave of relief washing over me.
• “I'm —,” she stutters. “I'm sorry you had to take the fall for it.”
• I shook my head, reaching for her hand. “You don't have to apologize, you did nothing, I — I consented to it,”
• I see the question lined up in her eyes, she opens her mouth and clamps it shut. I could feel the rage in her eyes, but as a mere servant who had served this family for ages, she had no such power to go against the Miller family.
• And then I ask, mainly because she's the only person I trust around here. “Have you heard anything about Brittany?” I pin my eyes on her.
• She swallowed. “I haven't heard anything, the Ravenford family have been tight-lipped about her recovery, no one knows but your— the Miller family has been put under the radar after that incident.”
• I worry about this, what if she dies?
• Will the furious Ravenford heir throw me in prison forever?
• My jaw clenched, my hand fisting at the mere thought of that.
• I shake my head, I can't stay here, I can't go back to prison, I need to get hold of Claire, even if it means going to my foster home to look for her, a place I had vowed never to step foot into.
• I need to see my little sister.
• And after that, I'd have to think of a way to get us a place far away as possible, work several jobs to put food on our table if I have to, live a simpler life.
• I'd do literally anything but not stay where I'm unwanted, unloved, by my own family.
• “I'm leaving,” I blurt out to Elizabeth.