Part 77

 At the dungeon. 

"I want the truth this time."

He was sitting on the bed, looking seriously at me. I folded my lips into my mouth and finally decided to tell him, also getting ready for whatever outcome it might cause. I knew there's no way he was going to tell his dad about me and I didn't want to make it seem as though I was a spy. 

"My name's not Abby...or Abigail. My name is Elena Wilson." I confessed. 

"You're Elena after all. I take it that there was no grandmother." He mumbled and I shook my head. "There was no grandmother. You should have known, unless you've killed one before." I mumbled to myself and he shot me a dangerous glare. 

I sat up on the couch, "I've killed a lot of people, both young and old, so it never occurred to me that you lied." He defended. He's horrible at making words seriously. How could he just talk about killing people like it's nothing