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AFTER CRYING HER EYES OUT the night before, Victoria's eyes were red and swollen. She finally decides to have a shower and get dressed. Rita had borrowed her some clothes— blouse and jeans— and later invited her for breakfast. She refused at first, but Rita insisted. This time it was different like she was being controlled by her voice.

“How do you do that?” Victoria asks as Rita drags her down to the dining.

“I am a siren,” she responds, and they both sit, waiting for Jason who eventually shows up dressed he was going out. He sits beside Rita and we begin to eat (you do not want to know what I ate).

After breakfast, Rita does the dishes leaving Victoria and Jason alone in silence. She gets up to leave, but Jason holds her back by my hands.

“What?” Victoria demands, yanking her hand out of Jason's.

“I know this arrangement doesn't suit you, neither does it m—” Jason utters.

“Tell me something I don't know,” Victoria mumbles.

“I have some ground rules that I think will keep us from killing each other,”

“Lay them out,” Victoria says, getting quite irritated by his attitude.

“Firstly, you can go out but don't stay out late. Secondly, no drinking,” He enunciates. “And don't try to escape, or else, I will have no choice but to kill you. Understand ?” Victoria rolls her eyes.

“Got it,” She confirms. Jason brings out a piece of paper from his jacket. One side was blank, while the other glittered with black marks—a photo? He hands it over to Victoria. She turns it over to see a drawing of Rio and herself making silly faces. Rio had had one of the vampires draw it during his birthday the year before. The picture must have fallen out of her gear. Victoria notices that Jason was staring at her.

“Thanks,” She mutters, her voice caught in her throat. She quickly runs to her room before Jason tries to stop her again. Getting to her room,  she locks the door, letting all her emotions roll down her cheek in the form of tears.

“Who does he think he is? Ground rules? Does he think I'm his pet?” Victoria fumes angrily, pacing back and forth the room. Angry talk had helped her a lot. She usually just called Rio to listen to her problems, telling at his face like he was the one who wronged her. He never minded. He said it was better to let your emotions out than keep them bottled up inside.

Rio! Victoria thought, sliding down the wall until she sat down on the floor. She brought out the picture she had kept in her pocket. She missed him. He would be shattered right now. He might even run away to find her, something Victoria wouldn't want. Victoria and Rio had gone through life as a package. Preschool, junior high, even training. They had been there for each other. Victoria wanted to run away, but that wasn't possible. She wouldn't even make it to the Boundaries.

Victoria lifts herself up, cleaning her eyes. She needed something to take her mind off the anger she felt. She scans the room until she sees a bookshelf. It had a bunch of novels, comics, and sketch pads. They were neat but clearly used. Victoria had wondered who owned this room before her? Did Rita have a daughter? Victoria picks one of the books at random. ‘Sent From Above’ the book read.

At least, Victoria knew what she would be doing in the meantime. If she was going spend the rest of her life a prisoner, she could at least not die of boredom.

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It had been two days and Victoria's room was a total mess. It looked like there had been an explosion. She laid on her bed, wearing a long T-shirt Rita had given to her the day after she had arrived. She stated at the silver patterns on the wall, using her eyes to trace them. The whole point of her being up in her room was to get away from that douche bag though she occasionally snuck downstairs for some yummies for her tummy. She had gone out for a run the night before. She ran to the edge of the city, trying to break through the Boundaries. She had thought it would like the last time, but now the Boundaries actually smacked her in the face sending her flying several feet back. But she was not gonna lie, the main reason she stayed up was to mourn her father. She is brought out of her haze by a loud knock on the door...

“Leave me alone,” She yells.

“You know you can’t lock yourself in there forever,” a voice says—it was Jason. Oh! Please kill me now. She thought.

“Try me”She verbalizes in a harsh tone. “What exactly do you want? Or did I break any of your rules?”

“Actually, I didn't come here willingly. Rita says you don't have anything to wear again after today,” he says.

“Now you notice idiot,” She mutters. Jason was right. Victoria had run out of clothes. She didn't want to wear the ones that were in the closet, which had belonged to the former occupant of the room. They were too small and she felt that she needed the clothes to remember that she didn't belong here— in this city.

“Heard that!” Jason blats.

“Whatever, so what exactly do you want?” Victoria questions.

“Get dressed. We are going shopping,” he says and Victoria hears his footsteps drift away.

“Finally” She mumbles, rising from the bed.

“I can still hear you,” Jason utters loudly from downstairs.

How thin are these walls? She thinks to herself before going into the bathroom to go have a talk with Mother Nature, and they had a lot to say. She finally got dressed, wearing her warrior apparel, which though washed, was torn in several places an still stained. She heads to the most important place right now—The Kitchen.

She eats a blood fondue and heads to the driveway to see Jason already in the car. When he sets his eyes on her, he steps out. He was wearing black and grey all through—again.

“So you are really going out looking like you just got hit by a zombie bus and puked out by a mummy?” He asks.

“Thanks for the details. Next time I'll dress like a blond wannabe goth” Victoria says and Jason just rolls his eyes giving her a ‘why do I even try’ look. Puppets hole. Victoria thought to herself as she got into the car.

It was a long silent drive and it was better that way cause the douche bag (Jason) was getting on Victoria's nerves. If he said anything stupid I swear to the gods I was gonna hit him right in his baby maker. They finally arrived at a not–so–big boutique. Victoria gladly stepped out of the car and turns to see said douche bag still in the car.

“Aren't you coming?” Victoria questions.

“Nope. My job was to drop you off,” he responds tucking his blond hair behind his ear revealing a scar on his neck.

“Then how the heck does I get back to my prison—offense! , oh I mean home?” Victoria's voice inquires in a wintry tone, but Jason just rolls his eyes.

“Here,” He tosses her a phone and a debit card. “That's yours. My number and Rita's are on it, so if you have a problem, call Rita not me. As per getting home, use the G.P.S, also don't spend over $500.” 

“Lastly, don't try to run away or I'd have to kill you,” Jason concludes, starting the car engine.

“Got it, Jailer,” Victoria says and slams the door before entering the boutique. It had a banner that read Siller House. It was a small shop that was between various others. The walls were painted were painted a pale pink color, with several calligraphic designs drawn in gold paint. It had a transparent glass at the front with dressed mannequins in the display. The inside was filled with various shelves and hangers with a kaleidoscope of colored clothes and shoes.

A girl walks up to Victoria with a big smile. She looked about her age. She had long, wavy auburn hair, and dark brown eyes. She had a slim physique, high-colored skin, and a little bit taller than Victoria.

“Hi, I'm Liz. How may I help you?” Her voice utters in a cute, polite manner.

“So, I'm looking for clothes (obviously). Something that is casual but still shows that I'm independent—I am terrible at fashion.” Liz was staring at her like she had a huge case of chicken pox. Victoria realized she was staring at her hideous clothing. The whole boutique was staring at her like she was a crazy runaway child.

“If that's all please follow me,” Liz says, taking Victoria into an exotic forest of fashion. They went through a line of T-shirts. Victoria picked a lot, mostly in green, stuffing them in a basket Liz had brought along.

“So...” Liz trailed off. Victoria stared at her looking perplexed. She suddenly realized that Liz wanted to know her name.

“Victoria,” She quickly answered.

“So Victoria, I haven't seen you around this parts before. Did you just move?” There was no way she would tell a random stranger that she had been abducted and was waiting to be turned in.

“Well, you could say that,” Victoria responds. They were walking towards the jeans and skirt section of the store.

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After hours of major torture—wearing and removing dresses, Victoria had a basket full of baggy t-shirts, jeans, and several sneakers.

Liz suddenly snatches a handful of clothes from the basket. “There is no way you are leaving with only these clothes. You only picked t-shirts and jeans. Not one single dress or heels.” She utters loudly, returning the clothes in her hands to their respective shelves and hangers.

“Yeah, I don't really wear dresses and I would break my neck in heels,” Victoria complains as Liz walks about the boutique, selecting clothes and shoes. She walks up to Victoria, handing her the clothes and shoes making her drop the basket, almost tipping over.

Liz pushes Victoria into the dressing room. “Try these on,”

Victoria goggles. “These dresses look like they would rip on my body, and these heels are like a foot tall.” Liz wasn't taking no for an answer, so she closes the curtain.

Most of the dresses were tight or too short, but Victoria finally settled for two of them, one being a sleeveless black dress, and the other, an off-shoulder peach gown. She also picked a black stiletto.

When she was done trying on the dresses, Liz takes Victoria to the front counter, where a woman with graying brown tied in a bun was attending to another customer.

“Hey Jessica, give Victoria here the first timer's discount on all dresses,” Liz tells the woman who was probably the cashier.

“Okay ma'am,” The woman responds.

“See you around Victoria,” Liz says, leaving to attendant other customers.

“So your bill is $300,” The cashier says and Victoria hands her the debit card. She later puts the clothes and shoes into about four bags.

Victoria was soon out the door in a matter of minutes carrying her bags. I better call Rita. She thought. She drops them on the flagstone and brings out her phone. She presses the power button, but it doesn't come on. Try and try she did, but it still didn't come on. What the battery faulty? She removes the back cover to see that there was no battery in the phone. This was not happening. She thought.

“No no no! The damn idiot forgot to insert a freaking battery,” She yells, causing various passersby to stare at her. She didn't give a care. She was stuck!

“How the heck am I going to get back?” She asks herself, beginning to panic.

Oh! You are so dead Victoria Lawrence...

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Author's Note

Before you all kill me, I want to explain why I didn't update sooner. I had a major stupid writer's block. I was addicted to watching all eight parts of Harry Potter. I know it's on the top 10 dumb things ever done by a writer but I am really sorry. I love Harry Potter!

P.S: We hit three digits!!!

Dedicated to @rdeads my first commenter, @harleeyah24 the author of ‘BLACK’ and @BADE4LIVE the author of ‘Made For You’, also @the_addictionist_xx the author of ‘Painful Addiction’. You all have really helped me in writing this book.

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