Chapter 19

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Three weeks. I've been here for three weeks and still no sign of mom. My hope and my patients are running low. On the bright side, Georgia seems to be okay now.

Manus got his men to stop abusing her I'm assuming. They still pull her out of the room sometimes. Probably for questioning, but I'm pretty sure they don't touch her. No one wants to cross their leader, especially if that leader is Manus.

Manus still has this bizarre image in his head that I am my mother. It turns out that my eyes being a different color doesn't seem to affect him anymore. He is lost in a world that is just him and Rachel.

I suppose it's for the best though. He loves my mom, it is creepy, but it is what's keeping Georgia and me safe.

He likes to see me on a daily basis, which is a little weird for me. My hands are always in handcuffs but I shouldn't complain, it is nice to get out of the cell. He sometimes takes me on walks or lets me watch a movie with him in their movie room. He might seem nice, but I know he is crazy. Crazy people can turn at any second.

"When are we going to get out of here?" Georgia asks in an annoyed tone.

"Soon I hope. I don't know if I can keep pretending to be my mom anymore. Manus is becoming creepier and creepier." I state and lean my head back onto the wall.

She huffs at that. "Well at least you get a chance to get out of this dark cell and see the sunlight." She says.

"Yeah, I suppose." But she gets taken out of the cell too so I don't really know why she is complaining.

I ended up telling Georgia about everything that happened when I was in his office. About the crying, his imagination going wild, him being on the verge of shifting, and my phone call to my mom. Our hopes have been high recently. I know that she will be coming for me, but the real question is, when?

What if she can't find me? What if this place is too far out of the way? I don't even know if we are still in Maine to be honest. It could take years before she finds me.

Suddenly the door creaks open and Hank walks into the room. It must be that time of day already...

He walks over to me and starts to undo my shackles. After cuffing my hands I follow him out the door and wave to Georgia as I go. She mouths, 'Good luck.' and I mouth 'Thanks.' right back.

Hank brings me up the stairs and out the front door. Huh, Manus must want to go on a walk or something today. I continue to follow close behind Hank and we make our way out to a lake. There is a small dock and standing on the edge of the dock is Manus himself. He seems happy, that's always a good sign for me.

Hank stops and pushes me toward the dock. I look back at him and he motions for me to go without him. I do as I'm told and meet Manus on the dock.

"Hello sweetheart."

"Hello Manus." I say and look down at the small row boat lying on the water near our feet.

Huh.

"I'm sure you can guess what we are doing today, love." He says.

He bends down and hops into the boat. Honestly, I'm kind of frightened to go on this tiny little boat with this huge guy.

"Going on a boat ride?" I ask.

He laughs and offers me a hand to help me into the boat. I shakily grab his hand and he helps me in. I quickly settle into the seat in front of the rowers seat and face the front of the boat. I take in a deep breath. I can do this. No biggie. As long as he thinks I'm Mom, then I'm safe.

"Right as always." he says.

He starts to untie the boat from the dock and soon enough, we are floating off into the lake. The water is beautiful and the way the sun reflects off of it is just as radiating. I feel a small ache in my heart.

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