#Chapter381
Unsteady legs, turning to jelly, my hand trembles as I clutch my coat and bag to my side, dropping them on the chair by the door as I get inside. Just trying to be calm.
Memories flood back instantly as my eyes scan the familiar hall. Alexi pacing in here angrily and his brother holding him back, devilish and about to commit murder for my attempted escape. The night I ran because he corned me upstairs and used my past to destroy me.
My blood runs cold, brain fighting me to stay in the present and I wonder why I’m having so much trouble shifting these thoughts.
I spent months with him since being here and have never been plagued as I am now. It’s like the house has kept all these images lingering in the air to push back into my brain the second I laid eyes on it. Tormenting me, putting me back in my place to quell the last ounces of resolve I had brimming before I walked in here.
