Chapter thirteen.

They look alike.

SCARLET'S POV (CONTINUATION.)

Wait..is she her mom?

Looking pass those baggy eyes, unkept hair and scrunched nose she seems pretty young to have a kid like Ana.

"Oh....sorry...please come in." She says finally acknowledging my presence.

"Hmm...okay." I follow her inside taking a sit on the sofa like chair, cringing at the as it creaks with each adjustment I take to make my self comfortable.

The sofa looks old, too old to be referred as one. The foams part torn of it like the work of a park of wolves leaving just the wooden parts.

To think of it my ass hurts. Alot.

The bungalow looks much worst on the inside, there are hardly furnitures and the ones available are either half broken or too old to be used.

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