1.75 CAROLINE

I feel like shit.

It's been two weeks since I left the twins.

Since they asked me to leave.

Since they learned that I had been lying to them the whole time.

After I had left the home, Dennis had me moved to a different state. A different city, where no one knew me. A different name.

He wanted me to get a job right away, just to keep up some kind of appearance of being a normal person.

People get curious when they get a new neighbor and they don't ever leave the house.

Dennis was convinced that part of the issue and reason I had to leave was because I never left the house.

What a fucking idiot.

I'm not ready to work though.

Not at all.

I need time. Time to heal. Time to plan.

Time to get over the twins.

But time hasn’t healed anything for me, not this time.

In fact, it just made things worse.

As the first week began to pass by, I began to wake up sick almost every morning.

I tried to kid myself into thinking that I just had a stomach bug.

But after a few days, it became