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Time. Time can slip through our fingers like sand, turn into nothing but a collection of vivid memories from happier days. For me, time had merged into a collage of unconscious and conscious episodes. I believe it has been a couple days, although I am no longer being given drugs through the IV, Ryder still feeders some orally.
And whilst I am in my drugged state, he's touched me, undressed me. Yet left no marks. I am too cold, too numb to feel the repercussions of his vile touch. My body is wholesomely in survival mode. At this point I fuck around with Ryder and all his Henchmen, laughing, swearing, doing things that will get me killed quicker, although I know, that he haunts me in my sleep, his laughs ring through my ears, stain my dreams.
But who cares? Not me.
As for Elizabeth, she hasn't come back, the small bear creates a bulge under me as I sit on it.
I lick my dry lips as I observe outside through a small opening, the green trees seeming more inviting than other, the sky, bluer than ever, as though I am being teased.
My head turns to the door and sounds of banging, forceful entry. My heartbeat quickening, as I furrow my brows in alert.
The door bursts open and two men walk in, one older than the other. I focus on the old mans face and realise that his eyes, are so very similar to mine, and his nose and his ch-
'Blair?' The man says as I gulp, my gaze flickers to the other boy behind him, he looks about my age, and like a mirror image of me.
'Blair, we are getting you out of here.' The old man says, as I sit dazed at the two men in the room where I'm being held hostage.
'Who are you?' I croak, my voice cracking from the minimal fluids being given to me.
if this were a hotel, i would give it one star and complain for bad service.
'Listen to me very carefully,' He says, kneeling to face me at eye level, as the boy goes to untie my the rope from behind and at my feet, my wrists red and raw from trying to escape the first couple of days 'Blair, I, I'm your father.'
A hearty laugh leaves my throat. I bet they're questioning my sanity right now.
'What, Samuel, have you suddenly risen from the dead?' I smirk, although my heart aches as I hear my fathers name roll off my tongue.
'Blair, I'm not lying to you, I'm Christian Monroe, your biological father and this is Alexander Monroe, your biological twin.'
