Addilyn entered with a tiny piece of hope. Nothing seemed too bad, perhaps Pandora wouldn't be having one of her fits. But then the electricity went out. With a small sigh, Addilyn threw her backpack to the side and grabbed the flashlight that was set on the window behind the door. Her mother had turned off the power. Flicking on the flashlight, Addilyn went straight to the broom closet and ignored the pounding of her heart as she opened the electricity panel. Pressing a single button, the lights turned on all at once. After so many years of dealing with the dark, you'd think Addilyn wouldn't have claustrophobia; but of course she did. Turning off the flashlight, she went straight to the kitchen where she found her mother. Her black hair a rat's nest and her skin ever so pale. "Mother," Addilyn said softly, her words careful. "It's okay, is just me." As if a switch had gone off in her brain, Addilyn's mother smiled and hugged her daughter. "How was training honey?" This was normal, her mother completely forgetting what had happened moments before. "It was fine, I need to do some homework. Probably going to call Thomas. I'll make dinner in a bit kay?" Addilyn put on a completely fake smile as her mother nodded and happily turned on the tv as Addilyn grabbed her backpack and headed straight for her room.

Addilyn closed the door behind her, the distant chattering of the tv the only sound. Her room was somewhat normal. It was small, 12ft x 10. Basically a storage closet. The thing was, the room was brightly lit and a small window with the blinds open sat a bit above Addilyn's twin size bed with a deep red, thin comforter with raven black sheets. The bed was tiny, like Addilyn so she could fit. Anyone else 2 inches taller than her wouldn't fit. A small desk sat in the opposite corner, a laptop that Addilyn had paid for herself sat on top of the desk. Tons of storage space underneath was a place where Addi kept her bow and arrows along with other supplies. I won't even go into how tiny the closet is. A buzz in her pocket alerted Addilyn to a text. From Thomas of course. The text read, "Hey cariño, can you talk?" Addilyn quickly replied with a, "yes." Before walking over to her desk and turning on the laptop. She had an app that allowed her to face call Thomas on her laptop, which was the closest she could get to seeing him face to face.

Addilyn happily unlocked her laptop -the passcode being Pandora's Box but in Spanish- and waited for the call patiently. When it did appear she jumped and clicked the answer button. The person on the screen was a tall, glasses wearing guy. His skin a natural beige in color with cognac brown eyes. With a mess of dark brown hair and a cool, serious expression. "Hey Addilyn," his voice was rich yet soft. Already something was setting Addilyn's guard up. He looked.. guilty? As normal, Addilyn wasn't one to beat around the bush. "What's wrong?" She asked, concerned on why he looked so guilty and sad. After a moment, Thomas replied. "Addilyn, I know this is sudden and I know it but I don't want to keep this going for any longer. I don't think we're going to work out. You live so far away and I don't want you to always be worrying like I know you do. I want you to be happy with Carson and Charlotte and be free to be you without thinking about me. What I'm saying is Addilyn, I think we should break up. We can still be friends if you want to be but I don't want to hold you back Addilyn. Lo siento."

Addilyn didn't say anything for a moment as she let the healing pieces of her heart that Thomas had given to her float away. It hurt. There was no doubt about it. But her facial expression only slightly changed to a sadness that Thomas wouldn't have to worry about. "I understand Thomas. It's fine. I-I have to do some homework. And it's probably getting late over there anyways. I'll let you go. Bye." Thomas seemed to be about to say something but Addilyn hung up before the words could escape his mouth. Turning off her laptop. She sat there biting her lip, refusing to give in to the pain. That's when she heard the loud bang from the living room. Opening her door, she expected the worst. And it pretty much was. Her mother was throwing pots and pans everywhere. Including right at Addilyn. Which meant that as soon as she opened her door she was struck by a metal pan on her cheekbone.

Jason, back at the trailer, sat on its steps. He thought of the packed bags in his room, which he had forgotten about with Addilyn. He planned to run away tomorrow. Go to Canada, earn enough money to go somewhere new. A clean slate.

Going inside, Jason put a few crumpled bills into a jar that he hid. Knowing his father, he wouldn't do anything at all. Jason was saving, and had been saving, money so he could pay their neighbor to keep an eye on him, or put him in an assisted living, or something like that, for seven years.