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45 - A New Dawn

Chapter 45 - A New Dawn

"Where are we going?" I scratched at the corners of the blindfold. Quite a while passed and the rough material was agitating my skin.

"I don't understand why I need to be blindfolded in the middle of the night." I stated into the darkness.

"Because you'll still see where we're going and I don't think you'd want to continue if you knew."

"Brett. Where are you taking me?" A loud throbbing pounded in my ears.

"Here." He finally answered a little later, saving me from the loss of my mind.

After he shut his car door, I listened for the sound of him opening my side, the rush of cool air combing through my hair.

Brett wrapped an arm around my waist, helping me steady myself outside the car. I followed his lead as he pulled my body forward.

I felt his hands fumble with the tied cloth around my head, but there was a pause before it finally fell.

"You might hate me for this, but this is the final step of me helping you."

The fabric was gone but I was scared to open my eyes. I kept them clenched tightly until the suspense was beyond killing me.

My vision focused within a few seconds and a rickety little house came into view. There was a small porch spanning the entire front of the small house.

There was an unkept white picket fence, half beaten to hell by the weather, and left to fall apart.

Some of the windows were broken and the entire thing looked so uninviting, yet it was screaming my name, asking me to come inside.

Chills ran through my body and the back of my head felt fuzzy. "Why would you do this?" I could feel the wet heat coat my clamy skin, and my jaw involuntarily clenched.

"Because I think you need this. You need to be here again." Brett sighed and I stayed silent.

"Whitney, I know this is what started the end of happiness for you, but try to think of all the good things that happened here. This house shouldn't be some horrible anchor for you. It should also uplift you, and it should make you at peace. Do not let the bad things replace the good, please."

Why was he so wise? Why was someone who in reality was only a stranger not long ago, so wise about what was right for me? How did he know what I needed, and how to mend me?

How could someone treat me so perfectly?

I took a deep breath and continued up to the house. The porch steps creaked and slightly gave at the weight of me. This house should be torn down. It wasn't safe.

"How do you know nobody is here?" I turned to look at Brett, as I placed my hand on the door knob.

"Levi said no one ever moved in after your mother's...." Brett stopped and I looked back to the old wooden door.

My hand skimmed the peeling paint and stopped at the splintered wood around the knob.

It was no wonder they ever got in. Such a flimsy thing. Not like the steel doors on other houses.

"Are you okay?"

I opened my eyes, not even realizing that I was still standing in the same spot.

"Yeah." I breathed in and pushed the door open.

"Here." Brett handed me a small flashlight and I clicked it on. It illuminated everything that the full moon shining in had missed. The walls had cracks in them and there were spider webs everywhere, but I still remember every single way it was decorated. My mom's obnoxious red couch that a neighbor had given to her. The cheesy black picture frames on the wall, and the musty smell of the carpet that we could never afford to replace.