The chase

…Freya's pov…

I locked myself in my room, desperate to escape the reality that had just shattered my world. The weight of the truth pressed against my chest, making it difficult to breathe. How could this be? How could the people I loved and trusted the most betray me in such a horrifying way?

Tears streamed down my face as memories, long locked away, flooded my mind. The echoes of my past torment reverberated through my every thought. I had pushed those memories deep into the recesses of my consciousness, burying them beneath layers of denial and self-preservation. But now, the floodgates had been opened, and I couldn't escape the pain that washed over me.

I gazed at the old photo album I had discovered in my parents' study, its faded pages filled with moments of happiness and love. How could these same hands that once held me tenderly be tainted with such darkness? My mind struggled to reconcile the images of my parents' smiling faces with the truth that now lay bare before me.

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