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❝i, i swear you could hear a hair pin drop right when i felt the moment stop glass shattered on the white cloth everybody moved on i, i stayed there❞
-right where you left me, taylor swift
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chapter fifty, THE IMPRISONED GIRL
"Angelia" Rose Cameron shook the girl's arm, the dark night sky making it nearly impossible for the woman to find her way through the room. "Angie, wake up"
Two weeks after their plan began, Rose and Rafe Cameron set everything into motion. The twenty-year-old was currently on his way back to get the girl, that was the plan.
"Shh, Rafe will be here soon you have to get your stuff packed" Angel stirred with confusion, her eyes adjusting to the room as she peeled them open. Rose's face was close to hers, trying to pull the girl up from the bed.
"what's going on?" Angelia had barely moved and so with that, her body's stiff limbs ached as she lifted herself.
"We're getting you off the island, you can choose where to go from there," Rose told her in hushed whispers and though Angelia was half asleep she understood the words and the secrecy.
"Okay," She breathed out, moving quietly across the room to grab a duffel bag. She was still confused, the girl completely out of it. Angelia's mind scrambled as the girl, newly sober from her partially sleepless night.
"Ian should be sleeping, he got back from his trip a few hours ago. Be quiet when going downstairs" Rose warned the girl. Ward was still unconscious, the man unaware of the state of the house. The rift between the occupants had not flown through the house and into the west wing of the house.
Angelia Montgomery, the girl who lost the life behind her eyes weeks ago finally roamed her room. The girl reached for her belongings. Ian had been the one to unpack the room but most of the items tucked away were useless to Angel. What she held close to her heart was back in Outer Banks, resting somewhere in the Chateau.
As she moved around the room her mind willed her to stop, halt her movements and return to the bed to drown her sorrows some more. Her mind tried to remind her that hope was a dangerous thing. Tried to force her to come to her senses, but she had no idea if the pogues were alive or not.
But, she wanted to scream back, when she got back home and was no longer stuck in a guarded house she could start looking for them. And that alone gave the girl the energy to free herself. She moved stealthily with Rose, spliting up only when the woman went to meet Rafe outside.
A freshly packed bag sat by her feet, rather lacklustre in comparison to what the girl brought to the island at the beginning of that summer. It felt millions of miles away now, the same duffel bag fleeing from the man she thought was her safe haven.
