Baby Steps
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Keeping himself low to the ground Hadley moved through the woods until he reached the edge. Nervously he adjusted the empty pack on his shoulder. He'd been fairly distracted the last time he came down to this beach, panicking due to Amy's proximity. He had remembered the large amount of driftwood that he'd seen last time, though he was still worried with Selene's lack of appearance. Selene had a life beyond him, he shouldn't be so worried. The fact that he'd had a nightmare about her instead of him had set him on edge though, setting him questioning about everything. He wouldn't be happy until he saw Selene, whole and uninjured.

Pushing away the feelings rolling inside him Hadley stepped over the border. A shudder ran through his body as he realized how exposed he was. Anyone could come to him now, and do anything. He had to keep busy, stay useful. If he didn't, he'd be thrown away. Hadley didn't want to be thrown away, tossed back into Amy's grasp. He was a good slave. He wouldn't return to those days of torture. He hoped. Hadley moved across the sand, keeping himself crouched low. Reaching the driftwood he pulled the large pack from him and began to examine the wood. Some were too rusted by the water, liable to rot if used. Others would suit his purpose just fine, and were tossed into the bag.

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