CLAIRE“Whoever can hear me, please help me! I’m at home!” I shouted with all my might. I heard my phone ringing like someone was calling. Then it stopped, which meant someone had picked it up. And I didn’t waste that moment. I shouted, over and over, asking for help. At least, I thought, if someone heard me, Charles and Eva wouldn’t go through with hurting me. At least, someone could be a witness if anything happened to me, and that would be a huge help.Still in my daughter's room, I stood on guard by the door, relying only on the nightlight. About 15 minutes later, footsteps approached again. Those were the same footsteps as Charles’s. Sure enough, shortly after, the keyhole moved. It seemed Charles had found the spare key!Oh God, please don’t let him hurt me. “Claire, what were you up to? Why were you screaming? Anyone who heard you might think you’re depressed.”“I’m not sick! I’m mentally healthy!” This time I couldn’t hold back from answering him. I aimed the sharp e
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