It's been almost 3 weeks now. Everyday we eat, hike, get hit, and sleep. We've gone mad. Elliot has been sleeping in my bed everynight since the incident. Bex only talks when we're alone.Holland can barley stand with the amount of stress he's been enduring. He's the more petite and feminine among us, so he gets more 'attention' from the preist. Sometimes, late at night, I'll hear one of them crying. It breaks me. I even hear the door open and close at times. When that happens i put more blankets on Elliot to hide him. Whenever we go hiking, I look for a place we can escape from. Broken fences, trees, spaces underneath the fences. Nothing. "We need to talk." Bex says to me. It was just me and him in the cabin at the moment. "Sure, what about?" He waves me to the front door and opens it. He guides me through some trees and over some boulders. "Where are we going exactly?" I ask him, slightly out of breath. He then points to a broken...