Chapter 9

Adelaide

I couldn’t look at the room, my mind spinning with everything that had happened the last few days.

Hell, the last few weeks!

I just sit on the floor, my back against the wall. I can’t hold the tears in any more, my brother was probably being beaten to a pulp as I sit here. Why did he ask so many questions about my family and where I’ve been? He was acting like I hadn’t spent four months in his dungeon. And my bags? What bags!?

It was like he was trying to trip me up so he could hurt my brother. I was right, he’s just as twisted as his father.

I hate him. I hate every fiber of him. His scent, his fashion sense, his eyes. Everything. I don’t care, he’s disgusting. He’s evil behind that mask of pleasantness.

I shift over the carpet, my tears flowing far more freely than they ever have in my life. I sit for half an hour or so, crying like a pup when a knock sounds on the door. I hurriedly wipe my face, “Just a minute!” I try to keep my voice level, unsure if I succeed.

“It’s me,”