"[color=D6B10C]Esmee?[/color]" I repeated her name aloud without thinking. It was an unusual name that it just slipped out. 

Awkward silence between us again. I quietly tapped my index finger on my knee as I thought on how to answer her question. Though nothing came to mind at first.  

"[color=D6B10C]So they drugged you huh? At least you had it easier... other than getting sick afterwards. They weren't so settle with me.[/color]" As I was telling her this I happened to recall being hit on the side. I left part of my shirt. Revealing a huge bruise. I actually didn't know the full extent of it. The bruise covered most of my right side, with the lighting it looked pretty dark. Hopefully there wasn't any internal bleeding... I dropped my shirt back down before continuing. "[color=D6B10C]I guess running me over with a car was the best option.[/color]" I said annoyingly. 

After explaining thoughts rushed to my mind wondering how grandpa was holding up. What was he thinking... I hope he didn't think I just up left him. Or did they leave him a ransom note. Whatever the case I just hope that he's doing alright. I tried not to show how worried I was but the way Esmee was staring told me other wise... or she was concerned bout the fact I was hit by a car. 

((*Sorry for the short reply... I was up late night watching my brother playing football. The game was out of town and we didn't get home until after 1:00 am.... and I didn't sleep... couldn't sleep... so my mind is drawing a blank*)) o_O;