I don't want to get out of bed. I feel used and betrayed. And I know I shouldn't feel this way because I hate him and I don't want to feel anything for him, but it's inevitable for me and it makes me angry. That is why the tears in my eyes come out with pure anger and hatred.I hate here. I want to leave. My arm hurts terribly. I locked myself in as soon as the ceremony was over, Patrick has been knocking on my door asking me to come out, that my father wants to talk to me. But he is so hypocritical that he is not even able to come himself to apologize, instead he sends his servant.I stay up all night hating it and in the morning I hear the soft knocks on my sister's door that lead me to open it. He looks at my arm with pity and then hugs me. I hold back my tears like never before and together we fall on the bed while she repairs my arm."I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have left...I downplay it.-How did it go?“Don't change the subject, Aria. Tell me about this, I want to know how you f

"Oh, it can't be, I shouldn't have brought you," he huffed and took out his phone, I thought he would give it to me but he only turned on the flashlight and entered the wall. Or well, behind her.I stared at the brick that he had pressed and tried to find an explanation as to how he knew that this was the one, because he went directly there without checking any more. But anyway, I would also take a picture with that brick. I have to tell Angie this shit.My smile was like that of a girl who had just met the Backyardigans. Ryder had fulfilled one of my most ridiculous dreams that night, he had given me a movie adventure and I had let me open my soul to him. The excitement in my chest made me wistful because it had been over eight years since I felt this genuinely excited.And suddenly, a phone appeared between the moved walls and I smiled like never before."Make it quick, I need the flashlight" he said and I yelled grabbing the device quickly before he regretted it.I turned on the ca

"To save your friends' skins."Eddy laughed and took my hand to lead me quickly into the next room."How did you get it?" he asked me.-I'm skilled.He chuckled and we walked seriously when two security guards passed us. I gave Eddy a sidelong glance when I noticed him start to slow down. He also looked at me out of the corner of his eye and winked at me. Before I could do or ask anything, he smashed the glass of a painting housing a samurai sword on the wall, spun around so fast I could barely catch what was happening, and in no time at all a body fell to the floor with a clean cut to the face. throat."Take the other one!" I did as he asked pulling the second katana from the wall. I stood next to him watching how the guards who passed by us warned their comrades and now the hall was increasingly filled with threats— You remember what we practiced, right?-Yes."Time to put it into practice."We stand back to back and together we face the enemies. He on one side and me on the other.

"Whatever," is all he says.I clean what I can of her shoulders and study her abdomen. Dean gave me various classes on gunshot wounds and how to remove them or how to deal with the wound until I got to a hospital. The problem here is that I don't have anything to do either. I close my eyes trying to find a solution with the few materials I have. Nothing useful. If I don't find something to cure him, I have a feeling that he will sink his teeth into my eyes and tear them out mercilessly. I see it as a possible possibility."Your dolls," he whispers and he looks at me. In the right hand, below the shackle, a trickle of blood escapes. I clean it up quickly and keep curing it how I can."Let's do something," I murmured after a long time of silence. He stopped me in front of him, close and from below I look into his eyes. This will be a plan of the two of us, okay? No longer separate plans. We have to work together to get out of here and I know that I still don't know anything and that mos

I spend four hours in another space. A more modern room, less terrifying and with more light. I no longer cry, but my body does not stop shaking. My body aches and I can't feel more defeated. Since I was a child they began to kill me inside and today, although my heart beats, I no longer feel alive.When the door opens I hide my head, I no longer want to be hit or touched. I want dad to come get me."Calm down" I raise my head with a low and sweet voice. Delia Boucher sidles up to me. I'm going to help you, but you have to trust me."Why should I?" I pull away as he approaches."Because I know Ryder, and my brother." His lawsuit has been going on for years and they are going to kill each other," she sighs when he sees that I don't give in. I know I'm not trustworthy, okay? But I just want to help. They will come for you soon. But you need to be prepared, because with chains on your wrists you won't get anywhere."Your sister is a traitor and your brother is a beneficial stakeholder."