Light of Day Continued

Here's some more of the short story I posted earlier!

My tears continued to fall and the water level continued to rise, now coming up past my

knees. Eventually, the tears stopped flowing and I assumed that I had none left to shed. The

moon grew brighter in the sky and I almost laughed in the relief that I could finally see. Around

me, the dirt walls began to sag from the rain and soon they would collapse, maybe to bury me

alive and suffocate me before I drowned.

        The water was chest height now and I soon began to give up any hope that I had of someone

finding me.  Then the strangest thing happened.  The sky flashed white one more time then faded

off into black. Even the moon was gone. Then suddenly, it lit up brightly, the sky was blue and

the sun was out. The rain had stopped falling which meant I wouldn’t drown after all. I smiled

and laughed in delight.

        A shadow crossed over the drain and my heart almost stopped. It was a person! They looked

down with a look of surprise and concern, then lifted the grate off and pulled me out. I fell on my

knees and began to sob in relief, laughing the whole time I did. The man just stared down at me,

a look of sympathy on his face.  Finally I stopped and rose to my feet unsteadily. He helped me

get my balance then stood back with a questioning look on his face.

       I explained to him how I had been a servant in the home of Hesper Milton and only done

what I was told. Then a couple days ago, he came home drunk and began to beat me and my

mother. I had stood up against him, to protect my mother, and he had grabbed me by my shirt

collar and dragged me into a carriage. We had traveled for hours before the carriage driver

brought us to a halt. Then he had pulled me along and behind a patch of bushes so the driver

wouldn’t see us. Hesper then stuck me into the drain and sealed the grate shut so I couldn’t get

out.

     I sobbed the whole time I told the awful story and the man placed an arm around my

shoulders as I cried. I tried to stop but I just couldn’t and he stood there patiently as I cried into

his shirt. When I finally calmed down, I pulled away from him and wiped the final tears from my

face. He took my hands in his and looked me in the eyes.

       “I will help you take revenge,” he told me, “Even if it means death,” My shoulders sagged in

relief and I thanked him thoroughly. He smiled down at me and placed his arm around my

shoulders, leading me away from the drain and to a carriage that was on the road. We got inside

and he instructed the driver to take us to the Milton house. The driver nodded and urged the

horses to go.