Identity by Brandy Slaven

Author:Brandy Slaven [Slaven, Brandy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-11-06T16:00:00+00:00

Three days. I keep myself locked in my tower prison for three days. I don’t even bother leaving to go down for food. Thankfully, I’d packed a box of protein bars in my go bag. As they run out on the third day, I determine that if I don’t ever see another one for the rest of my life, it’ll still be too soon.

No contact with any of the guys either, though, they’ve come a knocking. Anderson with a fist to the door sounding like he was going to break the damn thing while demanding I come out. The entire dramatic scene makes me feel like a teenager again, except this time, they aren’t on my side.

Whatever. They want to act like Trenton, then I’ll stay right here on my side of that door.

In the past three days, I’ve taken three baths long enough to be considered illegal in some countries, letting out the lukewarm water and filling it up again.

I’ve gone through Alejandro’s phone extensively with a fine-tooth comb. It should make me feel like a jealous witch stalker, but it doesn’t. If there was something on it that he was afraid of me finding, he never would’ve given it to me. Contrary to what Aric spoke for himself, by all appearances, it seems as though Alejandro is living in the past. The only photos in his gallery that aren’t landscape related are old ones of us. There aren’t even any selfies or photos with him and the other guys. It’s sad, yet perfectly relatable. I can’t recall the last time I took a picture of myself, let alone allowed someone to take one of me.

In the three days of seclusion, I’ve also spent a lot of time doing what is currently taking up my time. A whole lot of nothing while staring at the walls and ceiling. Alejandro’s music app was a great benefit during that time, but it died yesterday, leaving me to the silence of my thoughts and busy street out past the trees of the backyard.

The thought of leaving again has volleyed back and forth without having any true meaning behind it. Daytime has proven to be the worst. When I can hear the freedom that rests outside that tree line. How easy it would be to slip out of here like a ghost that doesn’t belong and mingle into the crowd. Gone in a puff of smoke that wouldn’t leave any trace of me behind.

I blame the heart for not being able to take that leap for the second time. Trenton would punish one of the brothers if they let me slip away again. And I’m not going to be the reason for it this time. No matter what wool Aric tried to slip over my eyes the other day.

Slamming my eyes shut, I let the crushing weight of despair sit heavy enough to have a few tears leaking down the sides of my face. He’d been so perfect. Exactly the way I remembered him.

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