Backstory

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I'm at a birthday party while writing this and I feel really bad but no ones doing anything. And we just finished watching The Visit, but I've already seen it so now I'm writing. No one really cares. Oh well. ---Holly

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Savannah's POV

My eyes fluttered open to an unfamiliar surrounding. There were concrete walls surrounding me as well as a metal door in the corner with a heavy and large handle.

The sound of heavy boots made me snap my head up. My hands were hand-cuffed to the steel chair I was sitting in.

As the sound of footsteps got closer, everything began to spin. My head was pounding and my brain couldn't comprehend what we were seeing.

As the metal door creaked open, my eyes adjusted to the sudden light pouring into the previously dark room.

The young man that walked in looked familiar with his dirty blonde hair and soft eyes but he was missing something. Something that I think made him, him.

That's when it all flooded through my head, causing an instant headache.

He was missing the glasses.

It was Ethan.

My hands were shaking uncontrollably and fear was evident in my eyes. My throat felt dry and my stomach felt empty.

I croaked out the first thing that came to mind.

"Water" my scratchy voice croaked and Ethan looked over me sadly.

"As you wish." He said in a strange and polite voice.

I felt my lips trembling. Do lips tremble? Am I losing my mind?

Ethan turned around slowly and walked away, leaving the door wide open. I couldn't just get up and walk away though, I was sure I'd get caught. It seemed too good to be true. Then, I remembered the handcuffs that we're keeping me in my place. I Knew it was too good to be true.

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Ethan's POV

I saw how fearful she was. She didn't know what was going to happen to her. All I knew was that I had to give her anything she wanted... Except freedom.

If she wanted water, I gave her water. If she wanted a whole entire buffet, I would have to give it to her. Boss never said why.

I walked into his office after giving Savannah her water. His wooden door creaked as I opened it slowly. He was counting his piles of cash as a lit cigar hung off his lips, smoke puffing into the air.

"What do you want, boy?" He asked in an assertive tone and looked up from his piles of cash.

"I want to know the plan." I demanded and saw a smirk play on his lips.

"Very well then." He stated and he stood up, and I realized how lean his ignore was, but he was still muscular.

And, he wasn't some old rusty hag, he had a handsome face for any girl to look at, he was only 25, and he had a dangerous era.

His sweaty palms made contact with the desk he was standing behind and he slid them to a box on the corner of the desk. He pulled out a picture of Hunter.

I watched carefully as boss brought the picture to his chest and faced it towards me.

"He loves her." He ripped slightly own the middle.

"I get her to love me." He ripped a little more.

"He's broken." He ripped the whole picture in half and dropped it, glaring at it with pure hatred.

"What did he do to you?" I asked cautiously and his eyes flickered with hate.

"He took away the love of my life. So I'm here to return the favor."

"How?" I asked, suddenly becoming really j treated in boss's backstory.

The day my brother's girlfriend brought him into the world, I was 7. I thought having a nephew at such a young age was awesome. But, he grew up a jerk. Bossing people around, always trying to get his way, so I snuck out of the house I was sharing with my brother and his girlfriend and Hunter when I was 15. I ran away and found a girl named Rose in an alleyway all alone. I took her back to the house and cared for her. We were in love. She was younger though. And the day I turned 18, Rose was 15. Someone accused me of offending a minor. They took Rose away from me. It was Hunter. He told the cops on me. He was only 11 but I promised him I would do the same when he found the love of his life." Boss was furious now. I could see angry tears running his eyes and how hatred shine through them.

"Well," I started and felt a small smirk playing on my lips. "Let's return the favor."

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