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C H A P T E R  T W E L V E | A Little Likeness

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C H A P T E R  T W E L V E | A Little Likeness

"I'M GOING TO BREAK OUT of this orphanage," I decided to myself as I sat there on the bed on the verge of breakdown. There was a page infront of me. It was out of a fairy tale book. It held the image of a redhead mermaid who had become a human and was feeling the earth for the first time.

"That's stupid," someone who I didn't know jumped infront of my bunker. His head full of muddy brown hair and eyes filled with child like wonder, eyed me curiously. He appeared to be more taller than me although he had a babyish face. I was only fifteen when they sent me here.

"Get the fuck away from me," I spat, getting defensive. My eyes glittered with hatred but they softened when I noticed Holly behind the boy. She came forward.

"SJ," she called out to me as she came to stand by me. The boy casted a cheery smirk to Holly who began to blush. Resentment filled me up and my chest tightened. I clenched my fist and hardened my jaw. How dare he?

"You're Holly," he announced. "Nice to meet you. I'm Anthony but you can call me Anton."

Holly simply gazed at him, unable to look away from his charming face. "Hey, Anton."

I clicked my tongue in annoyance. "We will NOT talk to him and besides-" I turned to glare at him. "We can't trust him."

He raised an eyebrow amusedly.

Picking up the page from the fairy tale book, I crumbled it and threw it at his amused face. My anger grew when he only laughed in response. Throwing off the comforter, I forced myself out of my bed. I was about to go outside and let out my anger on inanimate things when I felt his hand wrap around my bicep.

"Savannah?" His voice had softened. A terrible spark jolted through me and I flinched, my body convulsing by his single touch. Immediately a rush of memories swept through my mind and I gritted my teeth. His touch revolted me especially how tight he was holding my arm. Slight fear rocketed my heart and I pulled back my arm only to punch him straight in the jaw. His touch loosened and he retreated from me.

"Don't you dare touch me, asshole. Do not ever call me by my name," I growled out, rage piling up in me.

Everyone began to surround us. "Is everything okay, Anton?" A guy called out to him, slowly approaching us. Anton put his hands up. "Stay away. I can handle this."

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