Chapter 5

Spencer POV

Olive led me to her room, I could sense she was not comfortable around me but was trying to hide it. Each room and corridor was beautifully decorated; I was immediately envious of the life they had here. William and his family must be rich seeing as he was so openly giving away his sister's clothes and giving me money.

The maze of corridors seemed to end as Olive opened the door leading to her room. Cautiously walking inside, I was greeted by warm yellow lights, soft pink curtains, a four-poster bed with sheer drapes neatly tied around the posts, a plush carpet that sunk under my feet. To the side of the room there were two doors, one open leading to a bathroom and just as I was questioning what the other led to Olive opened it and it was a walk-in wardrobe.

“You are slimmer than me but I’m sure we will find you something suitable, come look I promise I don’t bite.” Olive said with humour in her tone.

Forcing a smile on my face I enter the wardrobe, my jaw dropped seeing the beautiful clothes inside. Rows and rows of clothes and at the end a dresser, she opened the dresser and pulled out a pair of pale blue pyjamas. Then she grabbed a pair of black yoga pants and a sweatshirt and handed them to me.

“I can run and get you underwear tomorrow before you leave. Towels are in the bathroom, once you are done, I’ll take you to your room.” With that Olive left the room, giving me privacy.

I entered the bathroom, turned on the shower, and slipped my dress off the bottom making a crunching noise as the dried bloom flaked off. After months of being forced to wear it, I felt liberated, like I had finally escaped Silvermoons prison. I just had to make sure I stayed free so I could save those still trapped within.

Letting the water cascade down my hair and body the water at the bottom turned a dull red, the blood and mud mixing together and being washed away as if they had never been there. Sadly, the memories of what happened will never be forgotten. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes, relief flooding through me.

Once the water ran clear I stepped out and wrapped a towel around my hair and body. Using my hand, I wiped mist from the mirror and looked at myself. The women who greeted me was a stranger, she had my eyes but everything else had changed. The scraps of food given had made me look emaciated almost child like, I removed my towel and saw every rib, turning to see my back I saw then ridges of my spine and pale scars running across them.

“Please stop, I didn’t do anything!” I screamed.

*WHOOSH… CRACK*

The whip sped down on my bare back, the blinding pain consuming me once again. The masked man continued another four times before he finally stepped away and left the room. I didn’t move for ten minutes fearing he would come back. Still shackled to the wall I got to my feet and moved back to the wall, careful not to let the wounds touch the cold stone.

Wiping my tears with the back of my hand, I vowed to make them all pay one day.

“Spencer, is everything okay? You’ve been in there a while, are you hungry I can go and get you something from the kitchen.” Olive's voice drew me back to reality, thinking back to earlier when I ripped the guard's heart out. I definitely made him pay, one down what feels like a million to go.

“Spencer? Everything okay?” Olive asked with concern.

Hearing her begin to open the door I replied “yes, I’m just getting dressed. If you are getting something for you then I can eat, if not I’ll be okay.”

“I’ll meet you in your room, it’s up the stairs first door on your left.” Olive said as her voice began to fade as she walked away.

The pyjamas felt so soft against my scarred skin the shorts long enough to cover the scars at the tops of my thighs and thankfully the top had short sleeves meaning it covered all the scars on my back. Taking the towel from my hair, I used the brush from the cabinet to detangle my hair. Placing the towels into the hamper along side my dress I left Olive's bathroom, taking one final look to make sure I haven’t left anything behind.

Turning right I begin to climb the stairs, the warm lights continued up the stairs, sconces lighting the way to the next floor. Shit, did she say left or right? I should have paid more attention.

Unsure which to go to, I opened the door to the right. The room was dimly lit the only light coming from the bathroom, once my eyes adjusted, I saw William leaving his bathroom in only a towel.