Cathy's POV
Yesterday mother came and gave us a calendar to keep track of the days we've been locked away like prisoners. "Any day now children and you will be set free from this cage." She told us while she was walking out the door. I completely believed that she didn't love us anymore. She hardly looked at the twins anymore. This morning grandmother gave each of us one hard boiled egg with a side of French toast. It was a real treat considering that we've been having cold oatmeal for weeks. "Maybe she does love us after all!" Peter yelled happily with a mouthful of toast. I nodded even though I knew deep down she was a witch.
Grandmother gave us a book full of rules we had to follow. We all gathered around the small wood table and Chris cleared his throat, preparing to tell us:
Rule 1: Don't open the curtains to look outside.
2: Don't yell.
3. Keep the twins quiet.
4: Don't run around.
5: You can not sleep in the same bed as the opposite sex.
6: You can no use the bathroom with the opposite sex.
7: You must be able to memorize one reading from the bible and I will quiz you every Sunday.
8: Don't look me in the eye.
9: You may only talk when I address you first.
10: Don't try to escape.
We all stared silently at the table. "Well, why don't we play a game of cards?" Chris said; trying to perk up the mood. "YES!" the twins cried, grabbing the deck of cards on a nearby shelf. I numbly shook my head and sat in a small, overstuffed chair near the window. Not caring about the rules I opened the window. Fresh air was something this stuffy room needed badly and I was going to have to break a few rules to get it. After staring out the window for a few minutes, I glanced at Christopher who was playing cards with the twins. I noticed how his hands would gracefully select a card and place it on the table. And his daring blue eyes seemed like crystal rivers that anyone could fall into. He looked at me and smirked; one of those sexy smirks guys do in magazines. "Oh my god Cathy he is your brother!!" I thought suddenly. It's just, I haven't been around boys in so long and I missed the spring formal because of my stupid mother! I quietly got up and told them I needed a breather. The twins shrugged but Chris knew that something was wrong. I ran up the stairs into the attic, leaned against the wall and cried. I cried for my father, I cried for the twins, Christopher and me. Someone slid down next to me and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "Let it out sis, just let it out." Chris said soothingly. And I did just that.
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