We can have all the family over after that." Suits me." So, we had better get moving. We have to move this bedroom to our house and the one from there...back here. We also need to get the furniture from the store and set it up. Finally, we have to do something about the garage and the Davidson's bodies." Okay, okay, slave driver." I kidded. I got up and dressed. Mom and Dad were in the kitchen when we went in."Jack, your dad, Janice, and I are going to help you today. Mary will be here in a. Using shreds from my jeans.I dug my cell out of the pocket of those jeans. Called Daddy. Then Walker.The police medic reset my nose with one painful, sharp crack. She then packed it. Said “Hairline fractures. It’ll hurt and you’ll look like hell for a few days. Technicolor bruises.”“Thanks.” My voice sounded so nasally. I could live with that.She carefully, slowly, cleaned my left hand and wrist. Applied a disinfectant that stung like hell. Applied three butterfly bandages and wrapped. At thispoint you may ask, 'Why don't you just leave or call for help?'.It's not that simple. First of all the doors require two keys (adeadbolt) to not only get in, but also to get out. Next all thewindows have steel security shutters over them, which Master closeswhen He leaves. Also all the telephones are locked up so I can notuse them, even if I could find them. And finally we were, I wastold, several miles from the nearest neighbor. Now this is duringthe week. On weekends, while He is. . xoxo" After breakfast and a shower I was feeling somewhat better and more energized. I had the house to myself with my mom gone till about four and my dad gone till tonight. After the usual house chores and some TV I started getting antsy. I sat back and thought of what had become of me and my mother. This all started with a legitimate medical problem. Even so it obviously turned into something more. I tried putting myself in my mother's shoes. I wondered if the tables were turned. If I had.