Chapter 319
Anastasia was sitting alone outside at her usual spot where she, Angelina, and Elizabeth would hang out when they were both still alive.
Although it was getting close to two weeks since their death, Anastasia still hadn’t gotten used to being all alone.
If they’d been there, they would have shared their life experiences despite the situation they were in, while Elizabeth told Anastasia anything she learned about her before she was kidnapped.
Recalling those memories wasn’t one of Anastasia’s favorite things to do because it always caused her to cry. Gently, she wiped off the tears that were starting to stream down her face.
Her days in the house were starting to get longer without any sort of infiltration that could be a good sign that the police or her husband had found out about the place.
Anastasia felt the urge to give up on escaping. Her last attempt had ended in punishment so brutal that death seemed almost merciful. Elizabeth had insisted Xavier loved her; they had shown it to the world. But where was he now? Why wasn’t he here, rescuing her and taking her home? And what darkness could drive Xander to kidnap his own brother’s wife, torturing her as though her very existence was an unforgivable offense?
Anastasia wiped another tear with the back of her hands, her gaze focused on the ground while still in deep thoughts.
Regarding Michelle’s case with her, she didn’t care and she couldn’t bring herself to care.
A memory flashed in her head where she was sitting at a dining table surrounded by people she recognized. It was Amelia, Jack, Robert, and Michelle.
Anastasia was starting to see some images from her past, and she remembered those people. But she hadn’t seen any memory where she was with Xavier, or perhaps with Xander even.
She wanted to escape, but she didn’t know how to and she was scared to do so.
Just as she’d expected, the security around the house had tightened with every corner of the house had a henchman with armed weapons pacing around the place.
If she attempted to escape again, she would be putting herself in a suicide mission.
If only…if only Avery had not tricked her, by now, Anastasia would perhaps be with her family and told them everything she knew. She would have made sure they were punished for everything they were doing. She would have saved the girls.
Avery p>
Rage surged through her body at the thought of that name. Elizabeth and Angelina had warned her about that girl but she’d paid deaf ears to their warning all in the name of seeking freedom. The freedom she wasn’t sure she would be getting ever again.
Anastasia swallowed down the bile in her throat and tried to breathe to release the emotion that was building in her head.
Speaking of the devil, Anastasia saw someone sitting on the bench.
She wanted to ignore the person and pretend they never existed. Plus, she didn’t have the energy to talk, but from the corners of her eyes, she spotted those long dark hair and those Halloween-looking clothes that gave her an idea of who could be there with her.
“Hi, Anastasia why are you sitting all alone here p>
That voice sent unbelievable rage to vibrate through her body. And the way Avery spoke so sweetly to her was as if they were long-time friends and she was only asking about her well-being, did nothing but add to her anger.
Anastasia turned to look at the girl.
As always, Avery had that creepy smile on her lips that now reminded Anastasia that the girl was a psychopath that she needed to stay away from even if the girl suggested another plan to escape.
She made a mental note to strangle the girl in case she suggested something like that ever again.
Anastasia didn’t respond. She simply exhaled to calm herself and continued to look at the ground.
“Angelina and Elizabeth are both dead now, and you’re all alone. Isn’t that so sad for you?” Avery sighed at the end of her words as if she was the one grieving both of their deaths when she was the one that killed them both.
Still…Anastasia ignored her.
Avery saw this as a challenge, so she was determined to trigger Anastasia, no matter what it took for that to happen.
She scooted closer to Anastasia and whispered in her ear. “Did you know I was the one that Avery whistled with a hand gesture of slitting her throat, her grin widening when she saw Anastasia’s eyes widen in shock. “Killed both Angelina and Elizabeth p>
Anastasia didn’t want to believe it. She concluded Avery was only trying to get her to act out and probably get punished again. The girl was bad news.
“That’s a lie. You couldn’t possibly been the one that p>
“I tricked you into thinking that you could easily escape from here and your foolish self believed that p>
Goosebumps rose on Anastasia’s skin at that insult. However, she had to admit she was foolish for thinking it was easy to escape from there. If it had been easy, most of the girls would have already done so.
“What made you think I was not capable of killing anyone?” Avery asked, checking her nails like some kind of diva.
Anastasia’s heart sank like a stone at that question.
“That’s impossible,” she managed to say as she stared at Avery. She didn’t want to believe that Avery could have killed her friends, but the girl did look capable of doing such a thing.
“I saw when you killed that man with his very own arrow and took Angelina with you while running away from the scene. Then, you suggested she escaped with you but she didn’t want to p>
As those words flew out of Avery’s mouth, Anastasia’s heart continued to race.
“All this time, while you were running away from those hunters, I was hunting you down,” Avery revealed, her eyes turning into crescent moon as if that was something worthy to say.