Even though Vanessa’s mom had only sent us to our nap ten minutes ago, Vanessa – the other Vanessa

“I thought you were by yourself, because I didn’t see your family. So I got nervous.”

“I’m tired, I nodded off, had a nightmare, you scared me.” The lie rolled off their tongue, smooth as butter. It could have been enough to convince a child, had it not been for how tense they were, how their hands now began to open and close into fists, or for the sweat running down their brow.

Genevieve jumped up from the table and ran up the stairs screaming back down “Why should I have to look at her past; I don’t even know mine”

“I know,” said Eloise, stroking Kate’s cheek with her finger. “It’s cold, but we’ll get that sorted.” Eloise pulled a blanket off a chair, and lovingly covered her niece with it. She then went back to her own room, and promptly fell asleep.

“Since you’ve invited yourself along, you might tell me why this Emmett is following you.”

"I did not know you would be coming!" Sophia said. Her voice was only loud enough to

She edged her body along the wall trying to keep from frightening it further and eased downstairs to open

“Hello Mrs. Hyre,” I said with a trembling voice. I wanted to turn and walk away but it was already too late. Mom had already shut the door behind us.

She was squirming around as her eyes slowly opened. A smile marked her face. “Hey…” she said, giving me a sleepy grin. She looked fragile, like a glass vase, when she woke up.

A shallow gasp escaped her throat. “Even if I am—it’s no concern of yours.” She retrieved her

All of my memories are built around a house with yellow shutters and a red rooftop, colors I always begged dad to change. Although all of the houses around me are the same uniform type, black roofed and black shuttered, I look at my house and I cannot help but sigh in relief and think “This is home,” the place where I took my first steps only to fall right after, the place where my mom constantly cooked kimchi-jigae, and the place where I first had my heartbreak - not by a boy, but by my first C on a test.

A small blush was form on the (H/C) haired girl. "Yea, but I'm not some kind of Barbie doll that you can dress me up in."

We then all went quietly in Sheila’s room. Natasha goes into the bathroom and came back shortly in a Long Shirt. We didn’t turned on the light because of the moon light and a nearby street lamp lit the room through the window that gave us enough light. In the meantime, Sheila has also made herself comfortable on a narrow folding bed, which was erected in the middle of the room. After Natasha had rolled in Sheila’s bed. I took off my clothes and slipped into bed with Sheila.

I go to sleep trying to think of a plan on how to escape. I broke off a piece of wood from the small table in the same room I was in, and sharpened it for the next time you would walk in to feed me. I can hear you creep down the stairs and I prepare myself for what’s next to come. Laying down with the sharpened stick beside me, I realize that I should’ve thought the plan out more for you were a lot bigger than me and my homemade knife wouldn’t do the trick. I try to lay on it but you notice something, the table was on its

“Bottom drawer, next to the freezer,” she yelled, somehow sensing his difficulty from the bedroom.