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31 - In Your House

Chapter 31

Miranda LN sat on a couch in the Cosimo Manor, sighing at the sight of everything around her. She was excited to own all of this, but really really bored at how  her soon to be husband seemed to be avoiding her.

Miranda had secrets, of course, like everyone else in this story. Like her baby sister.

It was a huge thing in the news a long time ago, but now the infant was practically forgotten. So you’re probably wondering, what does the young, sweet, innocent, loving, darling, absolutely amazing Miranda have to do with her sister’s disappearance?

Easy. The two year old didn’t speak.

That evening, so many years ago, Miranda saw two people sneaking through the courtyard of the LN manor. They used a ladder and climbed through the window. Miranda hid under her bed as they looked around, seeing no child besides the baby.

Miranda could remember covering her mouth with her small hand and trying her best to stay quiet until they took the baby and disappeared through the window. When they were gone, Miranda stood up and looked at their figures, retreating into the night, and then went back to her bed.

She drew the covers over herself and tried to go back to sleep.

In the morning, she was awoken by her mother screaming that the baby was gone. Miranda rolled her eyes and tried to go back to sleep. The two year old was kind of glad that her sister was gone. She was tired of dealing with the crying infant, and she was jealous of how much attention the babe was getting.

The police were called and stuff was done. Miranda didn’t care. When she was asked if she knew anything, she’d either shake her head and start to cry, or her mother would begin yelling at whomever asked her anything about her sister. By now, the memory of YN LN was long forgotten.

Until another one showed up.

Miranda LN was pissed off to find that her fiance was getting married to another LN girl! Even worse, her name was YN, like Miranda’s missing sister! So there were three options here.

Either you were an imposter who did your research, a girl who just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time with the wrong name, or you were Miranda’s long lost sister who really should have been dead.

But either way, Miranda wasn’t going to risk having you be any of the above.

Meanwhile, you were at school, spacing off into the distance. Kat was at his newest job at a supermarket. You didn’t know what was happening back at your apartment as much as Miranda knew what her fiance was doing.

Meanwhile, Angel smiled kindly at your landlady as she unlocked your apartment for him.

“What a nice young man,” she muttered. The door opened slowly. “Okay, sir. You go on and wait for them.”

“Thank you, Ms. Oris. I’ll be sure to tell Kat and YN that you say hi.” She smiled at him, her wrinkled face curving to her bones.

“I’m so glad to see a nice young man coming to surprise his friends after a year of studying abroad.” She began walking away. Once she was out of sight, Angel scraped the fake smile off his face and closed the apartment door behind him.

Gosh, that woman was like a foil character in the background of a wattpad story, made only to update the readers to things that happened while the author was being lazy.

He waltzed around, inspecting the place. A window was cracked open. He made a mental note to tell you to fix that later. The kitchen sink was dripping, the fridge was making a worrying noise, the floor creaked, there was a draft, it was cold, and the place was a lot worse than Angel had remembered it.

He couldn’t wait to get you out of there.

Next, he went to your room, searching through your things for a diary or a computer or something. There was absolutely nothing.

Your room was such a mess. Next door was another bedroom that looked like it hadn’t been touched in months.

You arrived home, ready to be done with your day and just go to sleep. You approached the door when you noticed something. The door was cracked open. Your heart stopped.

Holding your book bag as a weapon, you approached the door and silently entered your apartment. What burglars were present? You heard movement coming from your room. There was a baseball bat on the floor across the room. You snuck towards it. You finally had the baseball bat in your hands and you were about to turn around when-

“Welcome home,” said a hauntingly smooth voice that was all too familiar. You dropped the bat with a loud clunk.

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HE. IS. IN. YOUR. HOUSE!!!!!

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