Rehabilitation: Romantic Dystopian (Unbelief Series Book 1) by C.B. Stone

Author:C.B. Stone [Stone, C.B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, ruin, trilogy, christianity, revelation, dystopian, god, unbelief, young adult
Publisher: InkedPlot Media
Published: 2015-09-14T16:00:00+00:00

VII

I thought they would have come for me in the night by now, like they did for Jacob, but they haven’t. I’m still here, thrusting my hands into lukewarm water to wash the grease off used dishes. It’s my turn to help in the kitchen today. I don’t mind though. At least not much.

All the girls in the Home rotate chores. Some have to cook, some clean, some have to babysit the younger girls. Whatever needs doing around here, we mostly do ourselves. There are only five other women besides the Matron here who are adults and here by choice (we think), but the Home is their job and they have other tasks to perform besides chores.

Mostly tasks that involve keeping us all in line. Sometimes keeping girls from running away. I’ve never really understood that one myself. I hate this place as much as the next girl—it’s cold in the winters, sweltering in the summers; there’s very little food and what food we do have is terrible; we work ourselves into the ground for little more than a roof over our heads—but honestly, where would we run to?

Running away suggests there is somewhere out there better than here and I just don’t buy that. I’ve seen what’s out there, and it’s no better than anywhere else from what I can tell. Instead I scrub, even though the water I boiled when I started is barely warm anymore and a film of grease floats on the surface.

Miriam’s in the kitchen today, too. Her job is to dry the plates when I’m done with them. She’s been doing so for the last twenty minutes with a silence that feels deafening. We haven’t discussed Rehabilitation, Jacob, or much of anything since the night she told me what I would have to do to get my best friend back.

I don’t think we ever will discuss any of those things again and honestly, that’s fine with me. Thoughts of Trials have raced around in my head for the last three weeks, making me crazy. I don’t need anyone prompting a chat about them, too.

There is one question I’d like to ask her, but I doubt I ever will. It’s something I feel no one has the right to ask really. If I thought it would help get Jacob back, I would of course, but I don’t think it will. I keep my mouth shut even though it repeats over and over again in my head:

Why were you taken?

When we finish, I drain the sink into two large buckets so I can dump the water outside. The pipes in the kitchen are so bad we try not putting anything in them if we can help it. When the buckets are full, I take one in either hand, barely able to lift them, and start to penguin walk toward the back door. I have to put down the buckets if I want to open the door and I’m just about to do so when Miriam opens it for me.

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