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Do you know those movies about the scary cult of, like, creepy kids who can read minds and worship the devil and live in the cornfields or something? Well, if they were casting for one of those movies, this girl would get the part. They wouldn’t even have to audition her. They would take one look at her and be like, Yes, you are creepy girl number three.
Shittt
Is there something wrong with me that I am scared this nine-year-old girl is going to murder me?
I’d say there’s at least a twenty-five percent chance she’s going to murder me in my sleep if I get this job. But I still want it.
There’s something in his expression that sends a chill down my spine. And then he shakes his head, almost imperceptibly. Almost like he’s trying to warn me. But he doesn’t say a word.
Weird
I wonder if she would feel the same way about me if she knew I spent the last ten years of my life in prison.
As I shut the door, I notice marks in the wood. Long thin lines running down the length of the door at about the level of my shoulder. I run my fingers over the indentations. They almost seem like… Scratches. Like somebody was scraping at the door. Trying to get out.
Wtf
I was never locked in the room after all. Nina didn’t have some crazy plot to trap me in there. The door was just stuck. But I can’t seem to shake that uneasy feeling. That I should get out of here while I still can.
I think you should leave girl
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“Sei pazzo!” he yells at me. He rakes a hand through his black hair. “Che cavolo!”
He pauses at the door, turning so his dark eyes meet mine. “You… you get out, Millie,” he says in his broken English. “It’s…” He presses his lips together, then manages to get out the word he said to me the first day we met, this time in English: “Dangerous.”
“It was horrible…” Amanda sucks in a breath. “She tried to drown Cecelia in the bathtub.”
Excuse me what?!?
“Then you need to go! I insist!” “Right, but…” I take a deep breath. “The truth is, I don’t have anyone to go with. And I don’t feel like going alone. So like I said, I’ll pass.” Andrew stares at me for a moment, rubbing his finger against the slight stubble on his jaw. Finally, he says, “I’ll go with you.” I raise my eyebrows. “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
This will not end well.
And then he kisses me. And God help me, I kiss him back.
It did not end well..
It’s a copy of the playbill from Showdown.
Oh shit
I have just made a dangerous enemy.
Yep Millie I think you did.
“I gave them to you!” She lets out a barking laugh that echoes through the room, only partially drowned out by the crack of thunder. “Why would I give my maid clothing worth thousands of dollars?”
This bitch is crazy
“That’s why you can stay here as long as you want.” He holds up a hand to cut off my protests. “I mean it. I love having you here. And who knows—maybe it’ll end up being, you know, a permanent thing.”
The way he is rushing this thing is making me uneasy
But instead, I hear a distorted, mechanical voice: “Stay away from Andrew Winchester!”
Wtf
The door isn’t stuck. It’s locked.
So much anxiety
And I smile. My first real smile in almost eight years. I can’t believe I finally got rid of that asshole.
Excuse me what?!
“My mother is going to be in the city tomorrow afternoon anyway,” he says. “She loves babies. She’d be thrilled to watch Cecelia for you.”
A stranger?!
From the night of our magical first date, he made his intentions clear to me. He was looking for a serious relationship. He had been engaged before, a year earlier, to a woman named Kathleen, but it hadn’t worked out. He was ready to get married. He was willing to take on both me and Cecelia.
He gives me the ick
Then I hear a door slam shut. I lift my head and turn around. Suddenly, I’m all alone in this tiny room. Andy has left the room and shut the door behind him. “Andy?” I call out. I cross the room in two strides and reach for the doorknob. But it doesn’t turn. I try harder, throwing my weight into it, but still no luck. The doorknob doesn’t budge even an inch. It’s locked.
Wtf
“Just not yet,” he adds. “You have to learn the consequences of what you’ve done.” “What are you talking about? Consequences of what?” “Your hair.” His voice is filled with disgust. “I can’t have my wife walking around like a slob with dark roots showing.”
Excuse me??
“Because you couldn’t take care of your hair, now you will give it to me.”
What the actual fuck?!
“I don’t think you’re in a position to negotiate, Nina.” He snorts. “I’m just telling you how it’s going to be. You are my wife now, and I have very specific expectations. Really, it’s for your own good. I taught you a valuable lesson about wasting electricity, didn’t I?”
Wtf
Anyway, somehow last night the air freshener was too much and it irritated his eyes. My punishment? I had to pepper-spray myself.
Oh my God!!!
We stand there for a moment, staring at each other. Then he leans forward, and a second later, he’s kissing me.
Woah
“If you ask me,” he says, “that attic is a hazard. Seems like it’s far too easy to get locked up there.” He leans back again, his voice returning to a normal volume. “It’s a shame that happened to your husband. I’m sure my buddy in the coroner’s office will also agree. It’ll have to be a cautionary tale, won’t it?”
Hell yes!!!!
