"You locked her up?" I asked, disbelief creeping into my voice.
"Well, she was acting weird, so we thought..." Jennie started, but I didn't want to hear any excuses. My mind was already racing.
"No, you did the right thing. Now, open it," I commanded.
She unlocked the door, and it creaked open.
"John? Is that you? You're the one who kidnapped me? Are you that pathetic?" Eleanor spat, her voice laced with disdain. The same words, the same eyes, now filled with disgust.
"Seriously, no answer? How dare you lock me up in this pathetic room! What kind of place is this? Even my maid's room is bigger," she continued, her tone sharp and cutting.
This was clearly not the Eleanor I once knew. The woman before me was the one who had ruined my teenage years. I looked into her eyes, and the spark was gone. If the real Eleanor were in front of me, her eyes would shine like blue diamonds. But this woman filled me with revulsion.
