Her.

Seventy Two.

Faye peers her head out the room seeing no one in sight but the voices that seemed distant coming from down the long hallway with a door halfway opened, seeing tall shadow figures moving as the conversation went on, she takes a weak step leaning on a stick she found hidden deep in the closet when she was looking for an outfit. She was wearing a dark deep red dress fitting around her figure showing off curves, strapless, just stopping only at her upper thigh, her long hair in thick curls trying her best to look herself considering she was barely in shape to walk.

Faye makes her way slowly towards the door, determined to be out of that hellish room, wanting her own fair share of freedom in this house. Her face set on those voices, until a tall man comes up from the stairs staring at her with anger; he was guarding the door but had left to use the restroom to see she had taken advantage of it. Faye stops in her tracks intimidated at first but she didn't give a shit about him, she was going to get what she wanted. Faye continues to walk as the guy lunges at her but she swings her stick up hitting him in the head, he yells in pain cursing at her but she hits him once more knocking him out cold, as she falls against the wall out of breath.

Four men come out the room staring wide eye at the scene with her face dead set on all of them, one of the men looking oddly close to Harry. "My, My." One of them says with a thick accent, Harry coming out of the room with an angry look. "You said she died all those years ago."

"How could you keep her from me?" A man looking at Harry with anger who was much more tougher looking scars on his arms and face giving him a rugged look. "She's my niece."

"What?" Faye's voice spoke angrily making the gangster looking man laugh.

"She really is family!"

"I...demand...freedom!" She grunts between words leaning on her stick staring at Harry angrily. "I am no mans slave, you hear?"

"Rose, you stupid girl." Harry speaks making his way towards her with fury but her uncles stops him with a smirk. "King, not her."

King chuckles softly taking slow and taunting steps at Faye whose eyes were wide with anger, "My dear, Rose...I haven't seen you in ten years." His voice menacing as he reaches to help her but she swings her stick up, showing fight but he could see how weak she was. "Rose, you wouldn't last with me." He lowers her stick. "You look more like Harold...those yellow eyes...so much anger?" He shoots a look at Harry who was defeated. "What you'd do this girl?"

Harry didn't speak as if he was scared, so Faye answers. "I could sit here and talk about the abuse I endured but I'm not a fucking sob story."

"Hmm..." Kings deep voice humming looking back at Faye, "You say you want freedom?"

Faye nods.

"King-" Harry begins.

"I could slit your throat right here right now for you lying to me about my fucking niece, you hear me Harold?" King snaps with fury. "I suggest you shut the fuck up and get the car running...She's meeting Dad and Mom."

"We had a deal!" Harry exclaims. "You said you'd keep away; she can't handle all of this in her condition!"

King takes quick steps at him, the other two men backing away knowing how ugly King could get, "You listen to me!" He screams slapping Harry. "She is not some fucking peasant under your care! She is my niece, now you start the fucking car and shut the fuck up!"

Harry looks at King with a twisted face not daring to make any move, his eyes shifting to Faye with rage, leaving. Faye's eyes following him down the stairs her face dropped never seeing her father listen to anyone, "Now Rose let me help you." King smiles innocently with Faye returning it back, feeling as if she was getting what she wanted. King picks her up bridal style his eyes ahead of them, excitement in Faye not aware of the danger she was asking for.

~

Faye looks out the window like an excited kid going to there favorite place, admiring the iron gates opening revealing a big glass house with a pool in the front. Her eyes wide with excitement with King glancing with a smile, enjoying her company. He drives the car closer before the garage door open revealing a list of cars Faye had only dreamed of driving, she was beyond impressed with everything so far.

Harry sitting in the back nervously biting his nails, staring at Faye cursing her name between languages wanting to knock her out repeatedly, wanting to know why she was doing this; she didn't know the danger she was putting the two of them especially with how King is...his oldest brother, thinking how Faye didn't know pure evil up until now. Faye opens the car door with Harry following, he reaches to help, "Don't." King says making his way towards her, shooting him a glare as Faye smiles putting her body weight on King as they walked.

Harry shakes his head as the servants take care of the car, following along like a lost puppy with anxiety as the front doors open seeing his parents stopping him in his tracks. "Rose?" His mother gasp with disbelief, her hair in the curly nest as it always was wearing her favorite bright blue dress with blue shades as his father stands beside her dressed in white khakis with a beige shirt wearing his gardening hat. "Rose!" She runs to her hugging with amazement and love.

"You said she was died." His fathers voice with anger staring at Harry. "You were always so untruthful, Harold."

"She looks like him!" His mother exclaims just happy to have her family together. "Mijo!" She kissed Harry's cheeks bringing back horrible memories with that touch.