I'm a Girl Undercover in An All Boy's School novel Chapter 44

"Baby doll my life story isn't roses and daisies. It dark, haunting, callous," my dark smirk returned," Did I mention merciless?" She bit her lip removing her eyes from my face and instead focused them up on the sky.

"I don't know if I want to know," she said. Yet her eyes still sparkled with a bit of curiosity. "I may be curious but I don't know if I'm exactly ready to hear about it yet."

"Curiosity killed the cat but this time there isn't anything satisfactory to bring it back," I said as my wall came up just like that. I need to feel numb again. Too many thoughts and feelings were filling in my head again," I have to go," I said as I stood up," she seemed to notice my sudden change in emotion and nodded also standing up.

"It was nice seeing a side others don't see," she said giving me a soft smile. "Don't be mad at Nick for being happy. Believe me you will find someone out there that will make you happy too," she said before heading back to the way we came. The thing was she didn't even know how wrong she was.

"See you around, baby doll," I yelled out before she disappeared and she turned around saluting me. "You know it asshole," she winked with a smirk placed on her face before quickly crossing the road. I smiled wryly when I once again embraced the feeling of being alone again. I made my way down the sidewalk a few minutes later and took the two-mile walk. When I arrived, I didn't hesitate to pay for a whole bottle of whiskey before leaving. I was irritated that I had to pay a little extra but in the end, I let it slide.

I slid down the wall in the alley and opened the bottle taking a long swig. I loved the burning feeling I felt when it went down my throat. After a few longer sips I felt numb again and smirked. Happy Halloween to me. This lovely day seventeen years ago I was six years old. I was a defenseless six-year-old trying to enjoy his Halloween. But it seems that doesn't matter to some sick, disgusting people. I mean that's the only explanation I've been able to come up with. The liquid slid down my throat again and I enjoyed and embraced the feeling it brought me.

It seems like I will never get away from the memories, I thought as a familiar scene flashed through my head.

"Caiden, darling, I would like you to meet my lovely baby sister, Samantha." The woman said to my thirteen-year-old self. I looked up at the blonde woman who only seemed to be about ten years older than me. Still she was obviously younger than my captor. Maybe I had a chance.

"Lisa, who is this?" The blonde woman Samantha demanded. Lisa flicked her curly brunette hair over her shoulder and laughed obnoxiously. Over the past seven years I've come to despise that laugh.

"This is Caiden. I adopted him six years ago. You don't remember? I thought mother passed on the message," she said and I snorted. Lisa's eyes pierced mine glaring. Her ice blue eyes dared me to say otherwise. She's knows I've grown a bit of a backbone now. I was no longer that defenseless six year old. I was smarter and faster and stronger.

Being locked in a basement for seven years does that to someone, I thought wryly.

"You hate kids," Samantha said narrowing her eyes.

"I swear on mother's grave if you don't leave this house this insistent I will bury you next to her tonight and you will not tell anyone of my little Caiden," Lisa hissed her eyes dark and callous. I looked at the blonde woman praying she wouldn't listen to her. Though her sister must have known she wasn't kidding and only nodded heading toward the door not sparing a glance at me.

"I will make sure this boy becomes free to his family again. One way or another and you my dear sister will be put behind bars. I mean that is where you belong after all," she hissed before slamming the door. The hope that filled my heart from those two sentences diminished over the next three years as I never seen the blonde woman again until I was already free.

No, she wasn't the one who freed me. I freed myself.

Three years later

I looked down at the bloody face of the brunette woman who was on the brink of death. My body was shaking with anger as I stared at her disoriented face. My fists and arms were covered in blood. As you could guess it wasn't mine. Stepping around the bloody and bruised body I made my way toward the door. For the first time in ten years I felt the warm breeze, I felt the fresh air. I took a step outside relishing the feeling of warmth and heat as the sun shined brightly. This feeling was completely foreign to me. The only thing was I wasn't the same person I was when I entered this house. I was now a cold, heartless sixteen-year-old that just murdered a woman with his bare hands.