✧ 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐋𝐘𝐍 𝐋𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐈 (𝐀𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍) ✧
When I was six I was kidnapped and taken away from my family for seven months. Thirteen years later and I have little to no memory of who had taken me. Ever since then my father has been severely ov...
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| Chapter 18 | Shattered Plates
TEDDY HAS A tight grip around my hand, ensuring that I can't move more than an arm's length away.
If these walls could talk or make any sort of sound, I know without a doubt they would be laughing at me. After everything my father had done to keep my shelter and safe, I ended up in the same situation I was in thirteen years ago.
Back in this house, away from my family.
These walls are definitely mocking me.
Widening my stride, I attempt to keep up with his fast pace. At their height, they practically tower over me and when he walks with more force in his steps it has me almost tripping over my feet, trying to keep up with him.
I can tell that they are still angry with me. Their fury radiates off of them in waves and the tension is thick in the air.
My earlier decisions have resulted in heavy regret hanging over me. I should have worked with gaining their trust and coming up with a seamless plan before executing it. My actions earlier were a huge mistakes because now they'll be on high alert and the next opportunity I get might not be for a while.
I don't know how long I'll be able to last.
Shadows shoes click behind me against the marble floor and I can feel him at my back, almost as if he's trying to cage me in between the two of them.
We make our way down what feels like a never-ending hallway before coming face-to-face with two white double doors. The intricate design on the door reminds me of a medieval torch that you would see in the 1500's.
Shadow rounds the both of us and makes his way towards the double doors, swinging them both inward.
My eyes roam around the stunning dinning room. The walls painted in dark grey, but the warm lighting coming from the massive chandelier hanging in the middle of the room brightens up the space. A dark wooden dinning table sits in the middle of the room, its surface shinning under the light. Eight velvet beige chairs surround the table, two at both ends and three on each side. I take note of the faux white roses that sit in the middle of the table as well as the massive window behind the end of the table. The curtains are drawn back allowing the outside light to filter into the room.
