Last night I heard my parents talking. THat conversation was what made me realize I needed to act quickly. I had crept downstairs for a glass of water. Mom was talking.
"She is doing quite well in school."
"Doesn't mean anything." Dad said. "Things like this can be controlled by a crafty enough mind."
"Our offspring is intelligent; not crafty." Mom sounded almost insulted.
"Intelligent enough to be crafty."
Dad sounded upset. I was worried by the fact that he called me crafty.
"What do we do?" Mom had lowered her voice. When Mom's voice dropped, I always knew Dad had won the argument.
"THe only legal thing we can do."
That's my Dad: always obsessed with the "legal thing to do". If the law told him to kill Mom and me, he would have complied.
"We turn her in."
I didn't wait for Mom's reply. I ran upstairs silently and dressed then I climbed out the window and found my way to you.
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