ROXIE
There was a knock at the door, but I didn’t say a word.
I knew who it was, but I didn’t want to see anyone.
I wipe my cheeks with my hands and sigh. I moved up off the floor, walked over to my bed, stopped at the foot, and looked around.
I know I can’t stay here, not in the pack; too many bad memories were here for me.
My eyes landed on my closest, and I walked over and opened it. I looked around till I found what I was looking for and grabbed my rucksack.
I turned around, placed it on my bed, and started putting some clothes inside. There was another knock at the door, but I ignored them.
The door opened, and in walked my Uncle Keith and my father.
“Roxie, please talk to us?” says my Uncle Keith.
I don’t say anything, but I keep packing my clothes. I don’t know what I’m put
