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Frank Cotton nearly killed his daughter on the night he opened the puzzle box. Grace survives,thanks to the Cenobites. Ten years later she moves into the house that she has stayed away from. She tries to face her past and move forward till...
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Graces attic bedroom....
At the end of the corridor stands Julia. She has a photograph of Frank in her hand. She looks intently at it. Then she hears Frank's voice. "Can I come in?" She looks up from the photograph.
FLASHBACK
A front door opens. On the steps of another house stands Frank, with two suitcases. It's raining outside. The rain has plastered his dark brown hair to his scalp, which only emphasized his raw good looks. He's unshaved, his eyes are dark and intense. "Can I come in?" Frank asks. A young looking Julia looks at the man on the doorstep. "Your Julia, right?" Julia nods. "That's right. Who are you?" Frank gives her a dazzling smile. "I'm brother, Frank." Julia smiles. "Oh." "I came for the wedding." He looks at her, eyes glittering. His hold on her is mesmeric." "Oh. Oh yes." "Well, can I come in or not?" He asks again. "I'm sorry. Off course. You're very welcome." He steps inside. Now he's close to her, rain is running down his face. " Have you got a towel?"
End of Flashback
The tap comes to life, suddenly spraying Kirsty with water. She jumps back in shock and screaming. "Shit. Shit." She screams. Grace bursts out laughing from the other side of the kitchen. It had happened to her so many times during the week. Grace's rushes to the tap and quickly turns down the pressure. "You could of warned me." Kirsty screams. Grace smirks. "And miss the run." Kirsty playfully glares. "Bitch, your evil." She playfully pouts. "I know it's what helps me sleep at night." "I'm going to get a towel." Kirsty says, rushing out of the kitchen. Grace laughs and pulls a large bottle of water from the plastic bag that was next to the kitchen next to the kettle. She fills the kettle with water and switches it on. She finishes the coffee for Larry, Julia, Kirsty and herself. She picks up a cup for Kirsty and Larry and slowly walks down the hallway towards the stairs. Larry stops talking and smiles at the large cup that is passed to him. "You're a star." He tells her. Larry let's her go up the stairs till he calls her again. "Grace!" She turns to face him. "Yeah." "Can you give me a hand with the bed. I'm struggling on my end. It's heavy.." he explains. Grace smiles. "Sure. I be down in a bit." Grace continues up the stairs and into the third floor. She knocks on the middle door. "Kirsty." She calls quietly. "Yeah." She replies from the bathroom. "I made coffee." The bathroom door unlocks and Kirsty allows her to step inside. Grace places the cup on the counter and takes the towel from Kirsty's hands and starts to dry her hair. "Did daddy tell you I got a room at Waterloo?" Kirsty asks? "Yeah. How is the room?" "Shit. Everything is falling apart. It's a right shithole" Grace raises her eyebrows and puts the towel on the sink. "Why don't you stay with us?" Kirsty sighs. "Julia. She was standing on the landing looking at something in her hands. She quickly hid it." Grace frowns."like what?" "A photograph I think." "Weird. She's been acting strange since she got here." Grace explains. "Should I be worried?" Kirsty asks seriously. They stop talking as they both hear a floorboard creak and a door opens and closes. "What the hell." Grace mumbles. Kirsty frowns. "What?" "Julia. She's been going in my bedroom all day..." "GRACE!" Larry calls from downstairs. "Duty calls." Grace mumbles and leaves the bathroom. "I be down in a minute." Kirsty tells her.
