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"Do you honestly still wish to stay here, Chrys?"
How dare he expect me to answer this? I could barely think. The chilling air outside blew through the broken window, biting at the holes in my jeans. My whole body was shaking from from the gusts of wind forcing their way in through the small cracks throughout the wooden walls.
My hair whipped in all different directions, obscuring my vision. I frustratingly ran my hand across my face where I then noticed my cheeks were soaked with tears I hadn't noticed I'd let go of.
The goosebumps on my forearm rose to mountains as he placed his hand there, trying to convince me to leave my life, everything I've ever known, everything that had apparently all been a lie, a deceitful plan that only I wasn't aware of.
"Chrys, there is nothing for you here. Once you're 18, they will find out about you. They will kill you and your grandmother. She's a good woman and she'll die before she let's you go but even she can't avoid the law. If we don't leave, you'll be killed, your grandmother will have been murdered for keeping you hidden this long and she would have died for nothing. She doesn't deserve that and neither do you."
I looked anywhere but his face. Anywhere but those convincing dark eyes of his that make you fall into them without a care. I couldn't let my grandmother die, not after all she'd done for me.
I felt my heartbeat in my stomach as I reached forward, grabbing the pocket knife in his extended palm. I looked down at it in my hands, turning it at different angles.
I squeezed it in my fist, feeling every crevice and crease mold into my hand before placing it in my back pocket, looking back up at him.
"Let's go then."