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2025-08-13 20:38:46Leo's POV - 1 Week Later
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Jack asks as he opens the car door and I toss him the keys.
"I need to see it one last time," I say as I climb into the passenger seat.
"Lucas isn't going to be to happy you're doing this."
I'm not to happy that you're doing it either. Why do you need this? (Gideon)
"Gideon isn't thrilled about it either," I click the seatbelt and Jack starts driving out of the pack lands.
"Did you tell anyone where we're really going?"
"Not exactly, but they would understand right? I'm sure they have other things to worry about. I just need to close that chapter of my life, there's still a lot I don't remember."
"Maybe you shouldn't remember it. I just think this is a bad idea."
So do I. (Gideon)
"If you change your mind just tell me and I’ll turn around, okay?” Jack flicks on his turn signal, turns up the radio and we are off.
After a few hours of driving we turn down a long cracked driveway and the hair on the back of my neck stands at attention. The fields on either side of road are tall and it's difficult to see over them, but to the front there is a small white house that gets larger and larger as we approach it.
"That it?" Jack asks and I nod and whisper that it is. "Are you sure you want to do this? You don't have to. We can turn around right now and just go back home."
"No, I need to."
The car comes to a stop and we both hop out and start up the broken stairs to the front door. Jack easily pushes it open and I step in and look around, surprised that it feels familiar. I remember sitting quietly at the kitchen table where they would attempt to home school me. For hours I would sit there as the woman would rant on and on about medieval folklore in between my other lessons. She would have me write paragraphs of nonsense, copying things from a book to different notebooks. I never knew where the notebooks went or what I was writing.
We still don't know what that was. I'm getting a bad energy from this place Leo. I want to leave. (Gideon)
"I wonder if this place is owned by anyone. Looks like it's been empty for a long time," Jack peeks into each of the rooms on the first floor and opens the cupboards in the kitchen, all of them empty.
I decide to go upstairs and the steps make loud creaking noises as I put my weight on each one. They were my demise when I tried to run away the first time. They heard it and before I could get to the end of the driveway he was on me and dragging me back to the house.
"Hey, so what's up here?" Jack startles me out of my memory and walks across the hall into one of the bedrooms, and then to another. "This all looks pretty boring up here. Which one was your room?"
"This one," I point to the room on the left and he walks in.
"Not much of a view," he says as he looks out the window that has been boarded up, "was it always like this?" he asks.
"No, they did that after I tried to run away. They were worried I'd try to get out that way."
"You remember their names?"
"She had a weird name, Amia or something like that. I never called her that though. It was yes ma'am, or no ma'am. If I called her by her name she would get so mad, I always paid for it."
"What about him?"
"Ari."
Jack looks around the room and shudders. "This place gives me the creeps. Can we get out of here? You get the closure you needed?"
"I need to go to the basement."
"Of course you do," Jack jumps down the stairs, skipping a few at a time as he goes. "The faster we do this the quicker we're outta here."
When I get to the basement I get chills.
You don't need to do this.
Gideon has been begging me to turn around, but I have to look at it just one more time. When I see it in the corner I feel nauseous.
"What is that?" Jack asks as he gets closer to the small little box that was my prison. He looks inside and bangs on the metal top and sides. Then he shuts the door and sees where it would have locked and he turns around to look at me and I can see in his expression that he knows what it was for.
"Leo, they didn't..."
"For hours, sometimes overnight."
He doesn't say anything, he just walks away from it and lets me have a minute. Rage boils within me and without warning I shift and Gideon takes over and rips it from the wall, crushing it and throwing it against the basement steps, destroying it.
They deserved to die. They were monsters.
I shift back just as fast and Jack is staring at me and he looks worried.
"Come on, let's get out of here okay?" he says, placing a caring hand on my shoulder.
"I killed both of them one night. They had me chained to the floor. Ari was going to put be in that box again and there was no way I was going to let it happen. That was the first time I used my power. When protective services found me I had no memory of any of it until I saw the little toy."
"They deserved it. If they were alive today I'd kill 'em myself." Jack walks towards the stairs and gestures for me to go first. "Can we go home now?" I nod and head up the stairs and Jack follows, but he lets out a yelp as he stomps on one of the bottom stairs.
"You okay?" I yell down to him and he pulls his foot up.
"One of the steps broke, I'm fine." I watch him bend down and pull his foot up and he pauses. "There's something in here," he says.
"Where?"
"There's something under the stairs," I watch him reach his arm down and dig around until he pulls up a handful of small notebooks. "What are these?" He says and I come down several steps and take one from his hand. They are the notebooks that they had me write in. I start to flip through them and the words and drawings still make no sense to me.
"There are dozens of them in here, did you write all of these?" he asks and I'm certain I did. They had me write in these books for hours on end.
I reach down and rip a second stair tread off and find another stack of notebooks tied together.
"Come on, let's see how many there are," I say and Jack and I make quick work to dismantle the stairs and we find ten bundles of notebooks, all tied with the same kind of string and each bundle has ten to twelve notebooks in them.
We take them out to the car and Jack opens the trunk and we toss them back there, but I grab a couple from the pile. As we begin our trip home I flip through them and come across one page that has drawings on it.
"You're going to think I'm crazy, but I've seen this symbol before," I hold the notebook up so Jack can glance at it. "The center one."
"Well, you did draw it right? Some part of you must remember it."
"No, like recently. That kid Josh, he has this weird marble thing. It fell out of his hand and I picked it up and saw that symbol on it before I gave it back to him."
Elise's POV
"I don't understand, why doesn't he want me?" Sammi cries and I try and console her but I don't have any good answers. "Maybe I'm not his type? Maybe he thinks I'm a troll."
"He's your mate, you know that isn't how we think. Something must be wrong. Has he rejected you?" I ask, truly confused by this boy's behavior.
"No, he doesn't even look at me. Nothing. He acts like I don't even exist!"
We both are startled when we hear the door fly open and suddenly Leia and Angie come running in.
"Guys, come quick. That Josh kid has lost his mind!"
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