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but I never saw our love like Kelly described hers to Garrett. I'd die in this house before I could even experience it.
"She told me it was the most amazing feeling in the world and that I would know when someone was meant for me," he said, staring into my eyes with an emotion I couldn't read. Garrett blinked it away and then continued.
"When I was old enough to understand this wasn't a normal household, my mom took me aside while Dad was at work one day. She explained that we were prisoners in this house and that we had to escape. He wouldn't let her leave anymore because he was afraid she wouldn't come back, and he couldn't handle that. She said that his world would come crashing down if she ever left him, but she had to. She had to get out so she could get me help, so I could have a normal life." Garrett slapped his hand over his mouth as a pained expression pierced his handsome face. The memories hurt him, but I needed to know the truth. I had to push the topic or I may not get another chance.
"Did she run away?"
"Yes, she did," Garrett sobbed. His chest heaved, and he was biting his lip to prevent himself from crying more. "She escaped and she was right. His world shattered. He chased after her and lost control. When he came back and she didn't, I knew he killed her. He was covered in blood, of course he said it was mud to cover it up, but I knew. She warned me what he was capable of, what he would do to keep the life he had created. She knew and tried to help me, but she failed. Now he looks for girls who look like her to relive his life from where they left off."
I glanced at the pictures of the girls on the wall. Kelly must have been the first one, she was the only one not tied to a chair. She was on the ground, auburn hair covering her face slightly, but you could see the fear in her green eyes. Her complexion was pale, probably from the lack of sunlight that entered the house and not being able to go outside.
Although, as I compared Kelly's photo to the other girls' photos, there were many who looked similar to Kelly, but I was almost a dead ringer. My hair was darker and my eyes were blue, but we looked alike, there was no mistaking that.
I looked at Garrett, he had tears building up in his eyes. He missed his mother—she tried to save him and now he tried to protect the girls, but eventually they would die. They had nothing to fight for except freedom, and even that wasn't enough.
"Why did you tell me to be sick?" I asked, trying to change the topic.
"Normally he leaves girls alone when they are sick." His voice faltered. "Well, he didn't," I said with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood. The second it came out of my mouth I realized it had been the wrong choice to make.
"I can see that! I could hear the screams! You think I meant for him to do that to you?" Garrett yelled, suddenly standing up from his seat on the bed. The abrupt movement tumbled me to the ground. My body cried out in pain, and anger rose in me.
"I don't know! I did what you said and look what happened!" I yelled.
"I was trying to avoid this! It's not my fault!"
"Then whose is it?"
"Yours!" he screamed, pointing his finger at me. He almost poked me in the eye, but the real issue was that he was blaming me for being here. How was it my fault?
"How so?" I spat back as I forced myself up. Pain shot through me, sending every inch of my body into searing pain. I was inches from his face, waiting for an explanation.
"You shouldn't have been somewhere he could take you! Why were you alone?"
"I wasn't alone! I was on a playground! Where your dad shot a man and killed Andy..." I said, as tears sprang from my eyes at the memory. Andy’s eyes suddenly turned dark, the sign of death as he fell onto the ground. Blood pooled from his chest and started to spread around his cooling body. The fear, the screams, and the blood, those things would never leave my memory.
"Anna?" Garrett questioned. "Anna! Please say something!" Garrett cried as
"She told me it was the most amazing feeling in the world and that I would know when someone was meant for me," he said, staring into my eyes with an emotion I couldn't read. Garrett blinked it away and then continued.
"When I was old enough to understand this wasn't a normal household, my mom took me aside while Dad was at work one day. She explained that we were prisoners in this house and that we had to escape. He wouldn't let her leave anymore because he was afraid she wouldn't come back, and he couldn't handle that. She said that his world would come crashing down if she ever left him, but she had to. She had to get out so she could get me help, so I could have a normal life." Garrett slapped his hand over his mouth as a pained expression pierced his handsome face. The memories hurt him, but I needed to know the truth. I had to push the topic or I may not get another chance.
"Did she run away?"
"Yes, she did," Garrett sobbed. His chest heaved, and he was biting his lip to prevent himself from crying more. "She escaped and she was right. His world shattered. He chased after her and lost control. When he came back and she didn't, I knew he killed her. He was covered in blood, of course he said it was mud to cover it up, but I knew. She warned me what he was capable of, what he would do to keep the life he had created. She knew and tried to help me, but she failed. Now he looks for girls who look like her to relive his life from where they left off."
I glanced at the pictures of the girls on the wall. Kelly must have been the first one, she was the only one not tied to a chair. She was on the ground, auburn hair covering her face slightly, but you could see the fear in her green eyes. Her complexion was pale, probably from the lack of sunlight that entered the house and not being able to go outside.
Although, as I compared Kelly's photo to the other girls' photos, there were many who looked similar to Kelly, but I was almost a dead ringer. My hair was darker and my eyes were blue, but we looked alike, there was no mistaking that.
I looked at Garrett, he had tears building up in his eyes. He missed his mother—she tried to save him and now he tried to protect the girls, but eventually they would die. They had nothing to fight for except freedom, and even that wasn't enough.
"Why did you tell me to be sick?" I asked, trying to change the topic.
"Normally he leaves girls alone when they are sick." His voice faltered. "Well, he didn't," I said with a smirk, trying to lighten the mood. The second it came out of my mouth I realized it had been the wrong choice to make.
"I can see that! I could hear the screams! You think I meant for him to do that to you?" Garrett yelled, suddenly standing up from his seat on the bed. The abrupt movement tumbled me to the ground. My body cried out in pain, and anger rose in me.
"I don't know! I did what you said and look what happened!" I yelled.
"I was trying to avoid this! It's not my fault!"
"Then whose is it?"
"Yours!" he screamed, pointing his finger at me. He almost poked me in the eye, but the real issue was that he was blaming me for being here. How was it my fault?
"How so?" I spat back as I forced myself up. Pain shot through me, sending every inch of my body into searing pain. I was inches from his face, waiting for an explanation.
"You shouldn't have been somewhere he could take you! Why were you alone?"
"I wasn't alone! I was on a playground! Where your dad shot a man and killed Andy..." I said, as tears sprang from my eyes at the memory. Andy’s eyes suddenly turned dark, the sign of death as he fell onto the ground. Blood pooled from his chest and started to spread around his cooling body. The fear, the screams, and the blood, those things would never leave my memory.
"Anna?" Garrett questioned. "Anna! Please say something!" Garrett cried as
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