10: Part 2

Dinner was done and everybody went about their business. My mom probably was in her room after giving me a good night kiss on my forehead. It was awkward but I didn't mind. Dad and Ethan were nowhere to be seen. After dinner, the two had immediately left the dining room and I assumed they had gone to work.

It was currently eleven at night and Olivia and I were sprawled on the couch in the enormous living room watching reruns of Supernatural on the huge flat screen. I was far from sleepy and no one was around although the servants must be around here somewhere.

As we were in one of the episodes of the second season, I happened to glance over at Olivia, only to see her eyes closed and soft, almost inaudible snores escaping her mouth. I looked over at the grandfather clock hung just above the huge flat screen TV and sighed as I read the time to be almost one thirty. I never went to bed this late. But from the time I was kidnapped, my sleeping and waking up schedules had b