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            Georgia had been banging on Steve's front door for over thirteen minutes and no one had answered.

Georgia could hear him shuffling around in there and had even resorted to trying to unlock the door with a bobby pin, but nothing worked, and it was infuriating for her.

It had taken her two hours and thirty seven minutes to get to Steve's flat in the car. Georgia had been speeding the whole way there, not because she needed to know what was going on that was so important that Steve needed to contact her, but because of the dark shadow that was sitting in the backseat practically glaring at her, the shadow she refused to make eye contact with.

"For fucks sake Steve. You drag me all the way out to this hell hole, all for you not to even talk to me!" Georgia kicks the wall next to the door, huffing.

Luckily, the neighbours didn't seem to be in.

"Well, fuck you!"

Turning her back against the cold wall, she slides down it, leaning her back against it as she stretches her jean clad legs out in front of her. Georgia had her suitcase to her right, filled with clothes and toiletries she had quickly thrown in that afternoon she had raced home from work, and her shoulder bag to her left.

Looking around, she tried not to focus on the dark shadow in the corner of the corridor, slightly hidden behind the double doors that lead to the entrance.

It had followed her.

Closing her eyes, it's just your imagination, she thinks, digging her fingernails into her palms harshly to stop herself from getting emotional. Georgia couldn't believe this had happened, and that she had wasted her time for family again.

"Gia?"

It wasn't the fact that someone had said her name that scared her, causing her to jolt up, her muscles aching as she stretched her neck up, looking at her younger brother in confusion. It was what he was doing with the iPad clutched in his shivering hands and the dead, unfamiliar eyes that watched as she stood up slowly, when he was supposed to be in a rehab facility thousands of miles away.

The one she had put him in.

"Luke?" Georgia said his name quietly, trying not to look at the sweat that was building up on his forehead and the trembling of his hands. "What are you doing here?"

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