Chapter 361
Anastasia tore out the banners and walked inside.
“I’d better remember something,” she told herself.
Anastasia moved some objects out of the way. From how rusty they’d been, she already guessed it’d been a while since someone had been there.
When she was about to open the doors, she realized the door was locked. She quickly searched for a crowbar and knocked off the lock. Nothing but darkness greeted her. She brought out her phone and turned on the flashlight to see.
The couches were covered in white clothing, and so was the TV and everything else. It sort of looked like a haunted house, especially with how quiet it was she could hear her heart beating in her chest.
Taking a deep breath, Anastasia quietly went upstairs, where she remembered used to be her room. Just like downstairs, everything was covered in white clothing. Not like there were any items in the room except for the bed and a small couch. Yet, she didn’t give up.
She closed her eyes, trying to focus on some particular times in her life. Her childhood had been a mess, same with her adulthood until she woke up to reality and fought back.
Then all of a sudden, all she could see was blood. There was blood on the ground, so much of it, with a figure on the ground.
She saw herself on the ground.
She was clutching her belly so tightly like her life depended on it as blood pooled from underneath her dress.
The faces of the people were difficult to recognize but she could easily recognize their voices.
Anastasia opened her eyes and what greeted her was still darkness. She looked at the ground but didn’t see any image of herself lying in her own pool of blood.
Goosebumps rose on her skin with the urge to kill again.
Julian’s words rang in her ears, making her suddenly shiver.
Don’t you need some kind of therapy?
“Therapy my foot. The only form of therapy I can get is making them suffer. That’s the only kind of therapy I need,” she said to herself.
Anastasia was suddenly startled when she heard a faint noise coming from downstairs.
She flinched in fright, hoping no one was around. She hadn’t seen anyone in charge of guarding the house earlier, or did she miss it?
With heavy feet, she left the room and crept downstairs, her ears catching faint manly voices echoing from below.
If her heart had sunk earlier, then it was rolling off the stairs by now.
She quickly turned off her flashes when she saw the stranger’s light spilling into the living room.
“Why did the boss ask us to come here all of a sudden anyway? It’s already so late and I’m sleepy for goodness sake.” A man asked as he moved some objects out of the way. He sounded troubled and seemed like he didn’t want to be there.
One couldn’t blame him. It is past midnight now. Even so, she didn’t appreciate the fact that they were here right now. Why couldn’t they come later?
“It’s been long since this house was touched, remember? He and his wife…what was her name again? Anastasia, right! They planned to turn this place into their vacation home but sadly, she’s still missing,” the other one replied.
Anastasia heard more footsteps, the sound indicating more than just one or two people moving around.
Her heart raced in panic. She couldn’t let them see her, so she decided to go round the back. When she reached the back and tried opening the door, it was locked and there was nothing to use to break it open like she’d done with the front door.
As if things couldn’t get any worse, one of the men said, “Someone had knocked down the doors and infiltrated p>
They immediately opened the door and their lights landed on nothing suspicious.
“There’s no one here?” One asked with confusion etched in his tone.
“Check upstairs now! It must be an enemy.” Now that they were alarmed, her escape was going to be difficult.
Several thoughts clouded Anastasia’s mind where she was hidden in the store room beside the kitchen. Should she let herself be caught and be brought to Xavier? Would he feel disgusted when she tells him everything she went through? Will he push her away or accept her?
She despised how she couldn’t decide on one thing. She truly needed an answer to her questions but was afraid of hearing it.
When she saw that they’d all scattered, searching for this enemy, she swiftly came out of her hiding spot.
Luckily, the kitchen was close to the main entrance door so she immediately made her escape.
However, when she was a few feet toward the gate, she saw some flashes from the corners of her eyes and she turned.
“That’s the person! Hurry up! Catch her p>
They immediately chased after Anastasia. Fortunately, the car she’d come in was still waiting for her, so she quickly jumped inside and urged the driver to drive as quickly as he could.
He did as he was told without asking a question and zoomed away before the men could catch up to them.
“That…was…that was a woman,” one stated, panting with his hands on his hips.
“How do you know p>
“She had long hair and had blue eyes,” he replied. “Hey, was anything missing in the house p>
The others shook their heads. “Not at all p>
“We’ll still have to report this to our boss. Who was she anyway p>
Anastasia’s hand was placed on her chest, trying to calm her racing heartbeat.
“Who were those people, ma’am?” The driver finally asked when he saw that the coast was clear.
“They? They were…I don’t know p>
He looked at her from the rearview mirror and she seemed just as terrified as he was.
Although what she remembered wasn’t something blissful or worth remembering, Anastasia was still glad she got something from visiting that mansion.
’Next is the Clark mansion,’ she thought to herself.