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Chapter 21

Author: Misty_kiss
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Pictures of what looked like a younger version of her hanging on every inch of the walls, some covered in what looked like blood, others covered in red writing "Emily" "mine".

And in the middle of the room sat something large, covered in beautiful red linen. From the shape she could guess it was a cage.

She pulls the cloth down to discover a sculpture. It was an ballerina, with beautiful long hair, with her hands in the air standing on one toe. But something was off, red tears flowed down her face and her hands were chained and her wings had been clipped off.

Something about this sad pathetic and pitiable sculpture seemed familiar. It was her.

Her eyebrows push inwards in an aggressive frown as she tries to hold back tears.

The room was a mess, but what else would you expect from a man that can't boil water.

She continues her search for something, anything that could lead her back to her past, anything that could save her.

But all she could find was peices of paper with scribbled
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  • Cry For Me   Chapter 22

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  • Cry For Me   Chapter 21

    Pictures of what looked like a younger version of her hanging on every inch of the walls, some covered in what looked like blood, others covered in red writing "Emily" "mine".And in the middle of the room sat something large, covered in beautiful red linen. From the shape she could guess it was a cage. She pulls the cloth down to discover a sculpture. It was an ballerina, with beautiful long hair, with her hands in the air standing on one toe. But something was off, red tears flowed down her face and her hands were chained and her wings had been clipped off.Something about this sad pathetic and pitiable sculpture seemed familiar. It was her. Her eyebrows push inwards in an aggressive frown as she tries to hold back tears. The room was a mess, but what else would you expect from a man that can't boil water. She continues her search for something, anything that could lead her back to her past, anything that could save her.But all she could find was peices of paper with scribbled

  • Cry For Me   Chapter 20

    She lies awake, staring at Charles. He has his arm raped around her waist. He looks so peaceful, so calm. This was the first night she had spent with him in years. Old memories of nights they spent together lovingly in each other's arms flood her memory. "Dont forget the plan," millie reminds her She slowly frees herself of his grip and again starts searching his room. She quietly opens every cabinet, every bag, and checks every pocket in his pants and suite but finds nothing.Just when she was about to give up, she saw something from the corner of her eyes. It reflected the moonlight catching her attention. Something under the bed. She moves closer to it. It was a key, a gold key with a pink ribbon raped around it. "Hmm," she hummed, confused. She put the key in her pocket and made her way to the door. . In her room, she studied the key. It was bright yellow, no pure gold. Almost immediately, she remembered the large gold door hidden on the other side of the mansion.Her he

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    They drove around for hours, no destination, just warm breeze and vintage songs playing on the radio. "It's getting late, maybe we should start going-""no" she cut him off "But Mr. Charles said-""Don't ruin this moment with words Eric" she said sticking her head out the window. The wind blows her hair up and down and all around, into her mouth and eyes but she didn't care. She started to think of what her life could have been if she wasn't with Charles, all the places she could have gone and things she could have done. Those things were still possible, she could jump out of this car right now and run with the wind to somewhere far-far from here, far from Charles. But she isn't who she used to be, she's no longer young and wild. She's a mad old woman and running from her problems won't solve anything. They drove round in circles for hours just to pass time. Soon it was time to return home. "Your late" Charles sat in a dark room awaiting her return."I know" She answers nonchalan

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