✨Book two✨
It's not necessary to read the first book but the characters from the first book do appear in this one.
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Iris was kidnapped when she was twelve and her life was filled with rules that made sure she cou...
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Slowly waking up, the sound of paper moving around filled my room.
I must have left my window open.
Opening my eyes, I'm met with a white shirt underneath me, and I felt something pulling me closer.
Looking up, I jumped back realizing that I was sitting on Carter's lap.
"I'm so sorry I...I" I stuttered climbed off his lap but fell over the gray blanket pooling at my feet in the process.
Scrabbling off the floor, I froze seeing my pacifier on his desk.
Realization dawned on me as the memory of what occurred filled my head.
"Explain why the fuck you drew on the walls and threw your clothes all over the floor" his emotionless voice caused a shiver to run down my spine.
"I...I don't" cursing myself for stuttering again while he cut me off.
"Stop stuttering, you look pathetic" he growled standing up.
At a loss for words, I felt like a deer caught in headlights.
"I'll clean it up" I blurted out the first thing that I could think of before rushing out of the room.
Walking into my room I took a deep breath while looking at the mess I'd caused, grabbing all the clothes I placed them back into my closet.
My feet were moving on their own accord.
I grabbed a cloth and tried my best to get all the walls clean, but the crayon was working against me instead of with me.
Glancing at the clock, my eyes widened at the time, showcasing that it was 2 in the morning.
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The morning sun brightened my room when I finished cleaning the walls, the red crayon was staining the once-white wall but after realizing that it wouldn't come off, I stopped trying and sat down on my made bed.
An old lady walked into my room wearing a black dress with little pieces of white.
"Morning dear, you're needed at the dining table would you like me to show you the way?" she gave me a warm smile ushering me towards the door.
