Chapter 10

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Hey guys sorry for the delay! I want to dedicate this chapter to ashupashu123 for reminding me about the joy of writing c:. This chapter is dedicated to ashupashu123 !

Last Chappie
Lissana apologized to Lucy for being mean, but what's the catch?

BTW: Italics are thoughts or flashbacks or visions from panic attack.

This Chapter

Lucy's P.O.V.
"So let's trade off, I ask a question you ask a question." Lissana said with a sweet tone, but it was almost sounding like she was being drowned in sugar.

Or maybe she was trying to drown me with it...

I gave her a quick nod and a smile before pulling out my notebook.

"I'll go first." Lissana said. "Do you have any siblings, and if so tell me about them."

Did she know...? Of course she doesn't know Lucy stop thinking that.

I gave a slow nod before writing in my notebook.

Her name was Michelle. She is 3 years younger then me. Michelle was born during the spring, She is really girly and loved to play with dolls. She was always popular and her birthday parties were filled with a lot of kinds. She was famous in her grade. She also loved to read and would beg for me to read to her every night.

I noticed how I was going on and on about her so I decided to stop there.

I handed my notebook over to Lissana. She took a picture with her phone before she started to read it.

Weird... maybe she has a bad memory?

"How'd your sister die?" She asked. It took all of my will not to ball then and there.

HOW THE FUCK DID SHE KNOW?

"You wrote in past tense." Lissana said handing the book over almost reading my mind.

Well shit.

I shakenly wrote in the notebook she handed back to me.

She was taken.

After handing it over Lissana took a picture again before continuing to pester me.

"You mean like kidnaped?" She asked. I slowly nodded.

"Well HOW did she die?" Lissana said almost shoving the notebook in my face.

Blood, blood everywhere.

I grabbed the notebook.

Flashback
Michelle laid there lifeless, eyes wide open in fear and agony.

I put my pen to the page.

Flashback
Two of her fingers lay away from her body.

I started to write.

Flashback
Bruises coated all over her unclothed body.

I looked down trying to calm myself.

Flashback
Whip marks, knife marks, marks from handcuffs, marks of a man who roamed her body. Marks...

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