YouTube's Princess (Westheeditor)

Stephanie

I woke up the next morning with a million emotions running through my mind. I was scared, nervous, anxious, excited; I felt everything and more. We left the hotel at six and called at taxi to drive us to my grandparent's farm.

It was ten minutes away. For the entire ride I had Wes' hand gripped tightly in mine. The small cottage on the back of the land made my heart drop into my stomach every time I saw it. It was a symbol of the pain and misery from my childhood days.

The taxi dropped us at the front gate and we were forced to walk over the gravel to get to the farm house. I eyes stayed on the small cottage until it was out of sight. Worry filled my mind and I stopped walking. Wes turned to me and I stared at the ground, not looking up at him, "Stephanie," he said quietly to me, "You'll do fine." My mind felt like it was going to explode, "Stop worrying." He told me and lightly kissed my knuckles.

He lifted my chin to make me look into his eyes, "Okay." I said as I began to calm down. His light brown eyes stared into mine and I took deeper breaths, "I'll be fine." I told myself, trying to be confident, but screaming inside.

We got to the front porch and the old rocking chairs were still in the same place. Wes knocked on the front door as I looked around the area to see that everything looked completely the same, "Hello?" An old fragile man answered the door and I knew it was my grandfather, "You look familiar." He said, placing his finger on his chin and watching me carefully. We stood their for a few minutes before he recognized me, "Sara?" He asked with a bright smile forming on his lips. He opened his arms to me and I hesitantly hugged him, "I'm so glad you've come back." He told me and invited us into his house, "How old are you now? Thirty?" He asked as we entered the kitchen. He held a white handkerchief in his palm at all times and I had no clue why until he began to cough. He lifted the towel to his lips and tried to hide the fact that it was splattered with blood.

I introduced Wes, then asked about my grandma. She had died years ago, he said. We sat and spoke for a while, before he welcomed us to walk around the land and ride the horses, "Your horse probably misses you." He said with a laugh and guided us towards the back door, "I have to go feed the chickens, but don't hesitate if you have any questions." He walked away from us and I turned to look at Wes.

"Everything is exactly as I remember it," I said, feeling myself growing more nervous as my eyes rested on the small house in the back corner.

"What's that?" He asked, looking in the direction that I was staring in, "Is that-?" I nodded, not wanting him to say what it was.

I took Wes' hand in mine and we slowly walked towards that small shack, "I need to see what is  in there." I said quietly as I stared at the abandoned-looking house.

"Would you like me to come with you?" He asked me as we got closer. My grip tightened on his hand, but I let go when we stood in front of the small porch.

"No," I told him quietly and stepped forward. I walked up the steps to confront my past. I pulled on the doorknob, but it was locked. I glanced back to see Wes watching me.

I jogged down the steps and moved to the back of the small building. I knew there was another way in. I lifted a few boards up and climbed into the back room of the poorly-built house. The same two beds were sitting in the corner. They were dressed as if someone had just fixed the sheets. I walked out of the room slowly and heard the shuffling of feet, "Who are you?" I heard a girl's voice ask as I moved toward the kitchen.

I peeked in to see her hiding behind a chair with a fork gripped tightly in her hand. Her blonde hair wasn't brushed and her skin looked dirty, "Emily?" I asked nervously as my lips turned dry and my heart jumped into my throat.

She didn't say anything as we stared at each other. Her piercing blue eyes were staring into mine, "How do you know my name?" She finally asked and began to stand up. She held onto the chair tightly, "Who are you?" She asked nervously.

"Why are you still here?" I asked in shock as I saw her torn clothes.

"Sara?" She said, her fragile voice almost breaking my heart. I nodded and she looked as if she were going to cry. In a moment her face filled with fear and her eyes got wide, "You have to get out of here!" She told me and began to pull on the doorknob to the front door, "You have to leave!" She said seriously and started to kick the door.

"Emily-" I said as she continued to pull on the locked door, "Emily, why?"

She turned to look at me, "It wasn't just our father."

My face went pale as I understood what she meant, "Grandpa?"

"He killed her." She said with a tear falling down her cheek, "She figured it out and tried to take me with her, but he killed her before she could."

"I'm not leaving you here," I said and grabbed her wrist, "You're coming with me."

"I can't, he'll find me," she said, pulling away from me, "He will kill both of us."

"He's old. He's dying!" I told her, "We have to run." I picked up my phone and told Wes to call the Taxi driver, "We have a ride on the way; we will be out of here in no time."

"I'm scared," she said and I pulled her into me.

She held me tightly and I made her look up at me, "We have to go, now." I told her and guided her towards the back of the house.

As we moved towards the back of the house we heard the doorknob to the front door start to turn.