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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

                            Was I finally free?

Was I? I was.. I knew exactly what I was going to say that day. I've gone over it so many times, it was almost important for me to forget. But I couldn't bare the thought of leaving without the forgiveness of Micheal.. did he really hate me? Or was he angry?

I heard a knock on the door, I quickly ran to the window to see who it was, it wasn't Winfrey.. who was that?

The man knocked on the door once more, but Micheal was at school, and William had gone to work. But, I was curious to see who it was.

I quietly walked towards the door, turning the handle slowly. I peaked through, only to catch the gaze of a man, a man I didn't know.

"Clara?"

He spoke, tapping his chin.

"Can I come in?"

I shut the door quickly, turning around and huffing and resting my back on the door.

Needless to say I was curious, I was curious enough. In fact, I just couldn't afford to let this man see who I was. He thought I was Clara, and if I were to let him in, he would probably recognize me and call the police.

But thoughts weren't the same as actions...

"Coming!"

I quickly stomped upstairs, making sure the man heard my foots steps as I walked.

I walked into Williams room, or ping his closet and picking out a few of clara's clothes. I hurried to try them all to see which one looked better. I put on a short fitted red dress, fixed my hair, put on some black tights and rubbed on lip gloss that Clara had forgotten.

I scurried back downstairs fixing my hair and pouting my lips a bit, trying to look more like Clara.

I opened the door to find a man towering just a few feet over me.

I leaned on the door frame, flashing a smile.

"I'm here."

I stood now, fixing my posture.

"Come in, come in."

I walked into the living room, sitting down and crossing my legs.

Who was this man? Was it the man Clara was seeing? Was she trying to use William when she came back here?

The man sat opposite me, leaning back in the chair as he did so. His brows were raised, a little bit furrowed.

"You look different, it's been rough?"

I had already come up with multiple scenarios in my head, multiple lies. Even though he didn't believe most, he'd believe some.

"Uhm.. yes it's been rough. I dyed my hair, and put in contacts.. they look good on me."

"Yes, you are very beautiful Clara, everyone thinks so. Now.. we're has William gone?"

The man sat up right.

"William? Oh— yes, William.. he's—"