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~Chapter Seven~

The sunlight feels unnaturally bright on my eyelids, and I groan and turn away from it. As my brain starts to function, I leap up in bed, my crazed eyes scanning the room.

Nothing.

I take a breath, forcing the adrenalin coursing through my nerves to recede. There are no assassins hired by the woman, waiting to kill me. To be honest, I probably over reacted. As the adrenalin disappears from my system, I flop back onto the bed. After a few moments, I turn over and accidentally fall out of the bed.

"Ugh," I mumble to the floor. (A/N: Me every morning. :-D)

"Bianca? You awake-oh." My 'mother' leans awkwardly in the doorway, debating about what to do.

I hurriedly jump up, avoiding her eyes. "I'm going to bathe," I tell her.

I open the closet, grab a few clothes at random, and rush into the bathroom, not bothering to acknowledge the woman. I close the door, the sound vibrating through my ears, too loud. I lean against the door, loving the solid, comfortable wood. Lazily hanging my clothes on the metal bar, I survey the array of dials and knobs available, tempting me to turn and twist them. I slide into the shower, the hot water gloriously, beautifully warm on my skin.

I revel in the water, sinking into it, begging it to take away all the horrors and shocks. It does so slowly, taking them one layer by one, until I'm bare, and no physical pointers of my harsh days remain; except, of course, the scars.

Even the blood is drained away, leaving them raw pink.

I groan when the hot water betrays me, turning cold, and I unwillingly step out of it.

I pull on my clothes, barely sparing them a glance. I'm dreading breakfast. Last night's dinner was awful. There was deathly silence between us, and I was still fuming over the thought that Caitlin (it was getting really awkward calling her woman) had somehow injured my mother. Although daylight slapped some sense into me, I still have that fear, lurking in the deep depths of my brain.

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I skip down the stairs, jumping the last two like a kid. As I amble down the lit up hallway, when I reach the kitchen, I pause in the doorway. Caitlin is sitting in one of the high stools, her hand delicately perched on her long brown hair, almost golden in the sunlight. Her bronze eyes are keenly scanning the first page of a newspaper, twinkling with amusement at something.

She looks so regal.

Nothing like me at all.

I must have made some infinitesimal sound, because she looks up, straightening her body. She offers me a slight smile, and I return it with one of my own. Her smile widens and she rises to prepare our breakfast.

So naïve, I think.

I slide onto a stool, and when she places a bowl of cereal and toast in front of me, I smile again, luring her into thinking that I believe her. I scoop up some cereal, and force it into my mouth. After I'm done, I place a hand on the marble slab, getting ready to rise, when her voice stops me.

"Bianca? Would you like to...well....start going to school again?"

I stare at her, dumbstruck. School? She mistakes my confusion for denial, and says, "Dr. Logan said it would be better for you to get back to your usual schedule as soon as possible. So I thought that school would be the best option..."

"Are you kidding? Of course I want to go to school!" Back to Emily, and everyone else? Count me in, I think. A huge smile is plastered across her face, but it fractures with my next words.

"How far is Northmead High from here?"

I don't understand why it's such a shocking question. But her reply answers it.

"Sweetie...you'll be going to Westhall. Your old school."

Not back to Emily.

She's even going to take my friends away from me.

But the thing that hurts the most, is that I can't stop her.

Not yet.

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