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Chapter Twenty

Hello! :)

I am so, so sorry! Sorry!

I feel so bad, I really do. I still wonder how you guys still stay and wait for me to update. I always feel so bad and terrible for making you guys wait so long! :(

And to top all of that, when I finally update, I come with a very crappy chapter. I'm so sorry. Really. School's just.. ugh. I'm about to have a mental breakdown from all the work, and I'm just a bit stressed. To have some time alone for just me and do nothing is so rare these days. I even thought about just like, putting this on hold or removing it completely but I can't bring myself to do any of these. I hope you guys forgive me. I'll try to find more time to write and update but I can't make any promises. I've put a lot of work and time into this story and would like to finish it. Wait no. I AM going to finish it! :)

And that's all I have to say. Again, sorry for the long wait and also, sorry for this very bad chapter. Though I still hope that you enjoy reading:)

Melxx

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     I was drained out of everything I possessed. I was drained out of life, of hope, and on the belief of just continuing. Not that it mattered. The people I loved the most were gone, killed and threatened to be killed by a bastard who had kidnapped me and claimed that I was his. So was there really a point for me to hope for a better life? To hope that all of this just would stop now and I could go back to normal, acting as if none of what occurred here actually happened? The answer to those questions was a big, fat no. 

       Never would have I predicted to think about hurting myself, even so much as thinking about ending my life. Pathetic, that it was for sure but a person can only take so much before they start falling apart. And I reached it, a long time ago even. Nearly three months even is the time I spent here in this hellhole of a place. Nearly three months I only got verbally and physically abused by one man, and that nonstop. There were times where I thought that maybe, it would stop. A silly thought to cross me, that I learned the hard way. And sometimes, I thought that I would just escape, especially with the detailed plan we worked so hard on but he had it all figured out. Though my suspicions were highly set on the fact that he knew of our plan from the very beginning. 

        I felt empty inside. The only thing to cross my mind was still him. His last statement before he was gone just like that, leaving my shocked and overwhelmed frame breaking completely apart upon hearing those words from him.

         "Stop saying that when I already killed your parents and all you have is your brother as your family. I didn't take you away from your family, Chloe. I only took you away from one person I still am looking very forward on killing myself too. Your dear brother, Carter."

         The venom, hate and anger in his voice was still crossing my thoughts over and over again, as if printed to my mind so I could never forget it. And I would never forget it, that was for sure. I felt so empty and cold inside. None of what took place mattered to me anymore. Even the cold bathe I was lying in was not on my mind. If anything, the icy cold water was the only thing my body responded to. The sharp like pain, as if thousands of needles were sliding into my skin soon disappeared as my body got immune to it after some time and got completely numb. 

         Over the whole time I was in this tub, after I ordered Dallas repeatedly to bring me as much ice as she could, filled the tub with it before I locked myself in the bathroom in and got into the tub, not a single tear had escaped my eyes like I expected to. I wanted to cry. So badly. But at the same time I thought about what the point of it was, and if it really was necessary. What was there to cry for? That he yet again, managed to hurt me? That he yet again, proved me so wrong by thinking that nothing could get worse?