Chapter 3: "Am I Broken, What's The Chance I Will Survive?"

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Tuesday, July 14, 2015.


When she opened her eyes, she looked at the ceiling and everything was dark, she tried to sit up and immediately put her hand to her forehead. Her head throbbed, she moaned in pain and tried to see something through the darkness and daze.


- Ah, you're already awake. -


A deep voice came out of nowhere and then a guy appeared from a dark corner of the room. The last thing she remembered before losing her memory were those same blue eyes, but why did he hit her?She did not respond to the previous comment, she looked around looking for whatever was useful to her, she found a knife on a small table next to the bed.The girl moved so fast that Jeff himself looked surprised and reacted fast enough to stay still as she got up and put the blade against his neck.


He raised his hands in surrender and with a smug smile plastered on his lips.


- Well, I think I shouldn't have left the knife there.


- Why did you bring me here? Where am I? - She asked icily, he laughed and lowered his hands to his sides - Answer!


- Maybe if you could move the knife from my throat, I could answer -


Andrea lowered the knife carefully without taking her eyes off him.


- Why did you bring me here? Answer me now! - Jeff grabbed her wrists and put her face to the wall with his hands up and hit them against the wall until she dropped the knife with a groan of pain.


-Don't you dare speak to me like that again, you stupid bitch - he growled through clenched teeth.


- What is this place and why did you bring me here instead of killing me too? - She spoke with her voice muffled by the wall against which he pressed her.


He walked away from her as if her touch had burned him, took the knife from the ground and turned his back on her. Andrea looked at him as he ran his hands through his dark hair as if trying to calm himself.


- Listen ... I want to make a deal with you - said the low voice; Andrea frowned.


- What are you talking about? - she couldn't be more confused - You murdered my damn family and you expect me to accept some kind of deal with you ?! - He looked at her without any expression on his pale face - You must be fucking sick!


- If only you would let me speak - he turned his eyes white and when he saw that she remained silent watching him, next after a sigh - I offer you ... Revenge -


If she was confused before, now she was extremely lost.


- You're crazy - she exhaled and then headed towards the old wooden door, he followed her and grabbed her arm to stop her and make her turn around so that they were facing each other.


- Do you think nobody notices how you walk around with homicidal thoughts?


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