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For the first time in weeks, I'm left to fend off the nightmares again. Since being released from the cell, I thought I'd overcome the demons of my subconscious. However, they are back.
I sigh and roll off to the cool side of the pillow. Could it be Grayson's sudden departure? I roll my eyes. I reached this conclusion the day he left yet I'm still lying here.
Perhaps I should have stopped him? But once again I reach another conclusion. I would only distract him from the greater task. I cannot be the selfish little girl that destroys any chance of safety for both her sister and all the dwellings.
I hear the door creak open and I glance over my shoulder. Its Bree.
"Elle are you awake?" She whispers.
"Yeah." I reply groggily, rolling over to face Uncle Max's match.
"I'm sorry to disturb you."
"Is everything alright?" I ask, because judging by her tight and apprehensive expression, it is not. I switch on the light beside my bed and it reflects off the clear droplets rolling down her cheeks.
"Um..." She pauses. "This sounds so silly."
I pat the bed beside me and she smiles gratefully. She looks so tired. Her auburn hair is tied back in a messy style with a few strands clinging like wisps to her face. I haven't spent much time with my aunt but I know that her eyes should not normally be full of this much misery.
It seems eyes are always the true indicators of our feelings. With Gray, Ana, Ollie - anyone I have ever hurt has always shown me through their eyes.
Bree sighs heavily as she sits down next to me. I pull my knees up to my chest, waiting for her to make the first move. For a few moments, she stares numbly ahead.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know who else to go to." She sighs heavily, wiping her thumb under the eye that has begun to leak.
"Is everything alright?"
"Yes...no, I don't even know anymore."
"Is it Max?"
Bree sniffs. "God no. It's me - I've done something awful."
I pause. "What did you do?" I ask tentatively. Bree bites her lip as further tears begin to splash over her lashes.
"I got pregnant."
"That's fantastic surely?" I reply.
"No but that's the problem."
I take her hand in mine, squeezing it reassuringly however it only makes her cry harder. I am silent for a few moments. "How is a baby a problem?" I ask softly.
"Because Max is going to leave me."
"What?" I cry.
Bree quickly plasters her hand across my mouth, her eyes widening as if to ask whether or not I am crazy. The answer is no. I think.
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