Her soft devil

2. The car ride

Anya  ---------------

Nobody spoke during the car ride. I could feel Sam stare at me as I was crying and crying. From time to time, I would even have hiccups, as a child has when they cry to much.

I didn't know what to do, what to feel or what to say. My mind was racing, replaying in my head what just happened. The realization dawned on me, that I'd never hold my baby's hand again, I'd never hear her laugh or her little footsteps coming to save me from a harmless blanket.

I felt as if it was my fault that she was dead, after all, I'd known that password by heart since I was little, since my dad installed the lock. 

If only I had backed away from the window when I saw him. 

If only I'd not let her put her hand on the glass of the window. 

If only I hadn't forgotten to lock the door this morning. 

If only I hadn't said those things to him.

I felt Sam stare at me as I looked out the window. I couldn't care less what he'd do to me at that point.

I didn't know where we were going or why, I didn't know how much time had passed since Lizzy collapsed on the floor. It had felt like hours we were in the car. 

I looked down at the tears that were on my light blue sweatshirt, when I noticed the little yellow stain on one of the sleeves. I remembered this morning, when I was painting flowers with Lizzy. Oh, how mad it made me seeing the stain this morning, it wouldn't come off. I'd never guessed that in that same day, I'd wish that she could put more stains on my shirt.

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We went in a long driveway, with lots and lots of pretty flowers on the side of the road. Normally I would have found them absolutely stunning and a work of art, but I couldn't even bring myself to lift the corner of my lips.

The car door opened. A tall man in a blacksuit looked me up and down and gave me his hand, which I refused. I stood up and walked beside him, I didn't know where he was taking me.

We entered the house, and it was a futuristic kind of place. I couldn't help but look at the tinted windows, to see if those had little handprints in them too.

He brought me to a room and closed the door behind me, leaving me to my thoughts. I sat on the bed, thinking about what had just happened. It never once occured to me to ask Sam why he'd come to my house all of a sudden after all this time.

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I was thinking when I heard a noise. 

"Oh, pardon me ma'am, I didn't know you where in here" A little voice said. 

I looked to my right and saw a girl of about 15 or 16 years old standing there. She had beautifull blonde hair in a low bun and wasn't a very tall person. She was wearing the same thing I was forced to wear years ago, a black skirt that stopped at half of her thighs, a green shirt and a green bow in her hair. She looked shook to see me and how I was crying.

I searched the room for a mirror, and found one. I looked at the mirror, and it wasn't reflecting who I thought I was before. It was reflecting a girl with mascara running down her red cheeks, but there was nowhere in sight a happy four year old child.

"I know this might sound impolite, but who are you?" I asked her.

"My name is Eve! I'm 15 years old and I've lived here for a year! I'm quite happy actually because I haven't seen the mean man in over two weeks. His name is Sam. He calls me Anya, and I don't know why. I've told him that's not my name, but he insists that it is. Do you know him?"

"Hmm.. Actually I do."

"You don't sound very happy. You know, around here, I don't see many people except the bodyguards. I haven't had a conversation with someone in over three months, I-"

There was a knock on the door. Her big smile was immediatly replaced with fear, as she tried signaling me to follow her to the bathroom. I didn't have time to react, and the door burst open and a bodyguard said: 

"Ma'am. You are expected downstairs in exactly 30 minutes. You will wear the dress that is on the chair in the bathroom. You may take a shower if you want."

Then, he disapeared as fast as he came.

Eve came back with a worried look on her face. 

"Usually, when he calls you for dinner, it's not good news. Do you want me to help you prepare?"

"Yeah, sure." And I gave her the biggest smile I could at that moment, because my earth was hurting for her. 

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