“Charlie?” The front door is opened by a timid looking woman dressed in the attire of the maids of the households. Call me cold but other than Anastasia, Charlie, and Geraldine I don’t care about the names or faces of the people working in my childhood home. To me, they’d never been anything but bystanders to the constant mistreatment I’d suffered at the hands of my step-mother.
The woman motions to the stairs and I bolt past her. Oryn isn’t with me now, he’d dropped me off at the apartments and it wasn’t till I got inside that I realized something was horribly wrong. The entire apartment was dark, and I found Geraldine sitting in the kitchen.
The moment I walked in she jumped up and grabbed my hands. In a voice filled with fear and horror she said;
“You need to go home and
