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Unbreakable Ties (Ookami & Sumi)

Despite seeing the hostility in Chloe’s eyes, Chris only smirked. Seemingly enjoying the look of determination she was giving him, it’d only make breaking her down that much more fun. He didn’t even seem to realize that his mobile was missing, and even if he did he really didn’t look as if he’d care too much about filming Chloe anymore. His eyes were no long reflective of amusement or cruelty, but a sheer desire to cause harm. “This is what I get for being nice huh?” he asked waving his bandaged fingers infront of his face. “Not a problem, I’ll be sure to make ends meet.” He didn’t even smirk this time, hauntingly moving over towards her, it was clear what he was intending to do with the pill he was carrying over towards her…. or at least that’s what Chloe seemed to think. Chris continued walking right past Chloe, ignoring her pretty little face completely and moving towards Trent. Again, another fake assumption as he slammed his hand down against back, pressing her against Trent who let out another groan of discomfort. Chris wasted no time disabling Chloe’s free leg, kneeing her in the thigh and placing most of his weight on it. He couldn’t have her kicking him, and his positioning now meant that Chloe couldn’t reach for him unless she made Trent do the splits or something, the task made more difficult by the fact he was pinning her down by the back, preventing her from shuffling around too much.

He wasn’t going to tease and mock her this time. Wasting no time he yanked her panties down, ignoring the protests he received before pressing the pill against her vaginal entrance with his bandaged hand. The slight movement of his fingers causing a bit of blood to drip off the soaked bandages, and onto Trent’s cheek. The psychopath didn’t seem to mind though, the pain a mere dull throb in the back of his mind due to the adrenaline and testosterone pumping through his body. There was no way he’d put his fingers anywhere near her lips, and pushing it through her lower body was probably more effective anyway as it would quickly dissolve and seep through the skin before entering her bloodstream. He looked down at her with contempt for a moment as she struggled, a look that labeled Chloe as something less than human. He let out a quiet scoff before thrusting both the pill and his fingers inside her. The rough texture of the bandages grating against her dry entrance, the resistance causing Chris enough pain to grunt a bit himself. It wouldn’t take long though, the pill was already partially dissolved, and it was supposed to take effect within a few seconds when consumed orally, so chances were that Chloe would already be beginning to feel the affects of the drug unless she passed out completely.
 
While Chloe seemed to have everything planned, the moment she noticed he was taking too much to reach for her face she realized something was wrong. For a couple of seconds she was trying to figure out what he was intending to do. When he did push her down her heart skipped a beat in fear. In spite of her attempt to kick him with her free leg, she soon found it being restricted from any movement. Unfortunately by the time she figured out what he was planning she couldn't do anything anymore but to struggle in vain. "No! Stop it! Please!" she cried out once he pulled her panties down. "Please! I'm sorry!" she begged in hopes that he would somehow have mercy, even though she was fully aware there was no way he would let her be now. She knew it. She knew it very well that this time she had no other chance to stop him. Still, she kept on hoping and hoping, until she was reminded that life was just this cruel. A yelp escaped her lips at the pain of both the pain caused by his fingers wrapped in bandages being thrust inside of her and the thought that she would soon lose her reasoning. She hated this, she was scared, and she wished she could just go back and stop herself from calling this bastard for help.

However, it didn't take more than a few moments to have the pill take its effect on her. Before she knew it, her breathing was heavier, her whole body felt warmer and she couldn't help but tremble at that feeling, craving something she never thought she would want so badly. The only thing which stopped her from begging to be pleased was what was left of her conscience. She practically clutched the sheets so hard she swore she would dig her nails into her own skin, while she shut her eyes tight and her mouth soon bit on the sheets too, whimpering at the frightening feeling of losing her senses. No, she didn't want this. Indeed, this was all her fault for naively trusting a stranger, but this was way too much for a punishment. If this was going to lead to making Trent hate her in the end for betraying him, she didn't want to see anymore of this. But a better question was, would she even come out of this alive? Given how Chris reacted until now, she couldn't even hope for mercy. Her life was ruined. "You psychopathic bastard... Hope you'll... get what you... deserve." she muttered. If he was going to destroy her moral, then she might as well thank him for it.
 
Chris only laughed at her insult, her petty words only helping him ignore the pain shooting up his arm as he was convinced it was minor compared to the suffering he was inflicting on Chloe. Already he could imagine multiple ways in which he’d torment the girl, she’d already begged for forgiveness once and Chris yearned to hear it again. Not that he’d actually comply with her wishes or anything, but it certainly gave him a power high knowing that Chloe could plead, beg, and cry all she wanted only to have her requests completely ignored. He’d rape her brutally, and then kill Trent before her very eyes. Playing with her shocked lifeless body until Chloe too died of starvation or exhaustion before being discarded conveniently by a local gang that would do anything for a bit of spare cash. Chris didn’t know where Trent kept his wallet, but there was plenty of time to look for it…. After he taught Chloe a good stern lesson about life. None of this would have even happened if she hadn’t lost her patience with him and called him an insensitive pig. Normally it wouldn’t have gotten to him that much, but he’d been told the same thing by his last sex mate, and being called insensitive when he’d gone out of his way to help the pair had been the final straw.

Pushing his fingers deeper inside her warmth, he looked down proudly at his handiwork, the immense pain he was causing making Chloe tremble in agony. He was about to ask her how it felt when he noticed something odd. Her body was heating up way too quickly, and her eyes seemed to have glazed over with a strange look which wasn’t quite the pleasured look Chris had grown used to when he used the drug. Mind you, he’d never shoved the pill into a woman’s sex before, having always mixed it in with a drink or tricked women into swallowing it. “Chloe? What the-“ Chris yelled, his voice bubbling out and jumbling around in Chloe’s head into an incomprehensible blabber that was similar to the sound made when underwater. Chris certainly hadn’t expected this, Chloe wasn’t supposed to die! Not yet at least anyway.

Roughly pulling his hand out of her, he grabbed her by the chin, jerking her head towards him, making her look him in the eye. It was reckless of him to move his fingers so close to her lips after last time, but Chloe seemed too weak to do anything anyway. Her body noticeably getting more and more limp at an alarming rate. The look on her face evidently indicating that she had no idea what he was saying anymore despite Chris yelling loudly enough for the entire floor to hear. He tried everything, threatening her life, threatening Trent’s life, torturing her eternally, even going so far as to offer her freedom in hopes that he’d at least get some sort of reaction. But no matter what he tried, Chloe’s eyes eventually closed. It was over.
 
For some reason, Chloe could feel that something was going wrong with her body. She could feel a strong fever spreading throughout her body and before she knew it, she was hearing Chris's voice. Only, she couldn't understand him. No matter how much she tried, she was slowly losing her conscious, the only thing she could think of in her haze being the strong will of surviving. Sure, there were no more voices in her head, neither hers, neither the blond's. Yet, something screamed inside of her for help. That is, until she finally felt the last heartbeat and everything faded away into the dark.


A sudden gasp escaped her lips as her eyes shot open, sitting up and huffing as if she was just chased by someone threatening to kill her. A hand reached up to her cheek, moving up to her forehead to rub it as she frowned. She could've sworn she was almost killed there, and yet... she was in the same park she slept that night? Letting a sigh or relief, she looked down and smiled slightly. She was alive. It was all a bad dream. Swiftly checking her bags to see if everything was still there, she then got up and tried to figure out where should she go now. Scratching her head she got a hold of the bags with one hand and started walking towards a shop where she could buy something warm to eat. Then, she could probably go to an agency and look for some place to rent. Hopefully, she would not have the same bad luck as in her nightmare. Actually, was it really a nightmare?

Strolling on the streets, feeling quite energetic in spite of the hell of the night she went through, she walked by a shop, only to stop dead in her tracks and take some steps back. Turning her head to the right, she then looked down at one of the magazines and noticed a familiar face. She shook her head with an amused sigh. She must have remembered this model from back when the classmates were staring at the male models. After all, there would be no way her brother would be a model, right? And dye his hair red? Highly impossible. Sure, he had the blue eyes she had, but aside from that, he was nothing but the brother she knew. Still, the fact that she had this dream meant she missed him. On the other hand, she wasn't sure what to think of the fact that in her dream she actually gave her virginity to her sibling. That was way too weird. When did she develop these thoughts? Returning to her initial plans, she walked to a store where she bought a freshly baked bun and as soon as she finished eating it, she just wasted some more time with looking out for places to rent in the newspapers. Then again, it was a better idea to leave aside the newspaper. After that much of a nightmare, she almost felt like she couldn't trust anyone anymore. Not that she was always this trustful. The only persons she ever trusted completely was her mother, and her older brother.

It was around lunch time that she finally decided to go to the agency. On her way there, she quietly thought of how to speak in case that she would have problems due to her being a minor. Oh, well. She should somehow manage. Fixing her long hair a little since she figured it would be messy after a night of sleeping outside on a bench in the park, she reached the doors and took a deep breath before entering, ready for a speech to get a place where she could live.
 
Ten long years, he’d endured ten years of that abysmal cave of an apartment, wrapped himself in blankets in winter, and escaped the blistering heat in summer. He’d been low on cash, luck and everything else when he’d rented the place out, but he’d never thought he’d continue living there for a decade. Part of him wanted to congratulate himself…. Actually moving out was a cause for celebration, so maybe he’d out today? The idea of cooking wasn’t all that appealing, and he wasn’t that great at it anyway. Yeah, definitely eating out today, a pity Charlotte wasn’t around to celebrate the moment with him. He didn’t know what was going on with his girlfriend, but she’d been awfully busy lately, never home, and never answering his calls, he’d considered calling the cops to see if everything was alright. But he’d never been too fond of the authorities, and he didn’t want to cause a big fuss over nothing.

He’d done all the moving last night, everything unpacked and ready to live, all he needed to do today was come down to the realestate agent’s to sign a few papers that the agent had misplaced. And that too, after half an hour of pointless babbling had come to an end. With the papers sign, key in hand, and everything setup and ready, a new life awaited him, a new life which would be made perfect once Charlotte’s schedule cleared up and she came back to him. Maybe she’d even agree to live with him now that he’d moved into a livable apartment? Actually he’d probably splurged a bit more money than he’d intended, with a secure electronic entrance, and leisure facilities littering the ground floor, it was more like a mini hotel of sorts, but with his rising popularity it was easily affordable.

Casually heading towards the entrance, whistling a dreamy tune that his mother had often sung him as a child, he’d been so lost in thought that he hadn’t realized the dark haired girl who’d just walked infront of him. The girl seemed unaware of him at first as well, they’re bodies colliding, the force behind the impact wasn’t that big for Trent, but for Chloe it probably felt like she’d walked into a cushioned wall, the only thing preventing her from falling on her backside being Trent’s arm which had swiftly shot out and slid around her back, lifting her back onto her feet, he’d apparently overestimated her weight as she was forced against him yet again, her face buried against his chest in a rather protective manner. The cold air outside causing the trenchcoat he was wearing to billow in the wind for a moment. The exact same clothes Trent had been wearing in what was supposedly Chloe’s dream. The only difference this time was that he was wearing a fashionable pair of sunglasses to hide his eyes. A futile, but better than nothing disguise to hide his identity. Trent probably would have avoided this street completely had he known that there was a store selling magazines with him on the front cover. It wasn’t like he had to be overly cautious, he was a popular model, not a celebrity, and the only people who’d go out of their way to cross his path were others in the industry, or diehard fans who’d squeal and beg for his autograph, and a photo….. God he hated dealing with those girls. He was well aware that they were the ones feeding his popularity, and helping him keep a steady income, but even then….. it was sort of disheartening to know that his biggest fans, which amounted to a few hundred if their claims were to be believed, were braindead idiots who probably wouldn’t think much of him if he wasn’t invited to that tv program which advertised people who’d exponentially grown in popularity. They mostly dealt with singers and actors, but occasionally picked up models and other less notable people to secure viewers.

“Sorry, wasn’t watching where I was going, you okay?” Trent asked, making sure Chloe was able to support herself before releasing his hold on her, placing a warm brotherly hand on her head, running his hands through her hair gently as if to enjoy the silky smoothness of her hair.
 
Chloe never actually looked up when she was deeply in thought, and obviously, seeing how she kept her eyes glancing at her feet, she didn't see anyone coming towards her. The only moment she actually looked up was when she heard something familiar. Something she didn't hear in many years. Hell, the only times she probably heard that tune was when she was a little kid that her mother tried to put to sleep. Thus, before she could even react, she felt like she bumped into someone, so hard that if it weren't for his help she would have fell on her back. Even so, suddenly landing back into that someone's chest brought her to reality, pushing aside her thoughts of how to speak to the realestate agent.

It took her a couple of seconds to realize it, but when she actually gave a second look and saw the clothes she almost had a heart attack. The same exact clothes she saw in her dream! She didn't even need to look up to know who it was. "...Trent?" she mumbled, before she looked up taking notice of the sunglasses. Something which reminded her of something. Was this just a mere coincidence? And was he really Trent or just some unknown model? And what if something like in her dream happened? Or better yet, what if he mistook her for a fan? She mentally cursed the situation. First, she had to make sure he was her brother. Without scaring him away. A hard task if you asked her. Once he released his hold on her, however, she felt that strange feeling. Like she didn't want to part yet. His warm hand, the very same feeling she thought she felt in her dream. It had to be him. At the very last, she could try and make sure it was him or just someone else.

Her hand slowly reached out for his sleeve, in case he would want to leave. Or rather to make sure he was there, since her hold wasn't that tight. "I apologize if I'm mistaking you for someone else... but... is your name by any chance... no... that wouldn't work..." she mumbled and shook her head. "Do you... by any chance recognize me? And no, just in case you're wondering, I'm not anyone famous or anything... what I mean to say is... Trent, is that you? If it really is you, than you should be able to recognize me." she spoke clearly this time, looking up at him with a hopeful look.
 
Trent’s body instinctively stiffened as the girl called out his name in surprise. He’d heard dozens if not hundreds of girls call his name in the exact same way countless times, and if they were anything to go by, this couldn’t end well. Best case scenario he could fool the girl into thinking he was someone else, and she’d leave him alone. Worst case scenario he’d have to spend the next hour of his life making up excuses and explaining why he wouldn’t be able to go sit at the fancy café across the street and have lunch with her. Being a model was great, limited work hours, good pay, and plenty if not unlimited room for promotions as he climbed the ladder of popularity. His one regret though was being so stupid that he’d used his real name when he’d signed up for his first job. Unlike all the other fancy candidates at the audition, Trent had gone alone, and with low expectations, he didn’t have a fussy parent, or a flashy looking recruiter by his side, actually now that he thought about it, it was more a dare than anything else. One which had gone surprisingly well.

Hearing the girl mumble incoherent sentences together in an effort to make him pay her attention, Trent couldn’t help but roll his eyes behind his shades, thinking that this was some sort of new tactic to capture and maintain his attention. It wasn’t like he spoke to his fans like sporting and musical celebrities did. His job was exclusively behind the camera, and he really wished he could keep it that way. But a fan was a fan, and he had to at least act like he cared, it’d be bad if she ran off and told her friends how he’d treated her horribly, and those friends spread the rumors enough to affect sales and polls. “Sorry, I’ve never been too good at remembering names” he apologized, trying to sound as sincere as he could. Despite being one of ‘those annoying fans’ she was actually pretty cute now that he’d looked her over, and for a moment, just a split second, he was tempted to comply with her unspoken request to spend time together. Sensing himself wavering he shook his head slightly in rejection, “Can’t say I do, though you’ve got beautiful eyes, I’m assuming we met on set or something?” he asked. It was possible, he had a few female fans in the industry as well, particularly in the amateur category, with some girls even telling him they’d become a model just so they do a shoot with him.

“Look, I’m pretty busy, and can’t spend too much time with you, but if you want an autograph, I’d be more than happy to give you one.” He added, pulling out a pen he didn’t even know he had. He considered returning the pen he’d pinched unintentionally for the realestate broker, but it’d probably give the girl an excuse to follow him around needlessly. He instead looked at Chloe’s hand, noting how she didn’t really have anything to write on, he could write it on her bag, but not with a pen, and he had no intentions of sticking around and waiting for her to pull out a marker. “Scrap paper okay?” he asked, tearing the blank half of a piece of paper with his tenancy written on it. “To….. your name?” he asked again, not giving her a chance to respond to the last question. Hoping it’d give his claim to being busy some credibility.
 
Chloe felt like her heart was sinking, noticing he obviously took her as a fan. She had to admit be was just as flirty as in her dream. Then again, it was probably to make himself look friendlier. Suddenly, though, she realized something. If he didn't deny the name, it meant she got it right. And she was sure she never was interested enough to find out what was a model's name. This seemed so familiar, though. If she wasn't mistaken in her dream he used to lie about his identity. Would this be the case? No, but he wouldn't be this ignorant. Trent right now didn't seem to recognize her.

The hair! Well maybe that could be it. No, actually it didn't make sense. She had her long hair, so he was supposed to recognize her even easier this time. Either way, she held an important piece of information. She wasn't completely sure it was him, but at least 99,9% she was sure of it. But suddenly bringing up the idea of an autograph really annoyed her. She couldn't care less about that. Or would it actually be a better way to make him realize who she was?

Crossing her arms against her chest, she looked up at him and smiled sarcastically. "Chloe. Your little sister. Whom you probably forgotten because of how 'popular' you are." she answered frowning slightly.
 
Trent’s friendly smile immediately vanished when Chloe told him her name. The words slicing through the world, and leaving an awkward silence that was nearly unbearable. The redhead stood motionless for a moment, staring at her as if waiting for something. A few more seconds passed before Trent closed his eyes, taking off his shades and putting them in his pocket before looking over Chloe again. His eyes icy cold and hard as he glared back at Chloe with a blatantly unfriendly look that seemed to non-verbally be willing her to disappear. “Chloe…. My sister?” he asked calmly rubbing his temples, letting out a weary sigh before lowering his hand and glaring at her with a look that could potentially kill.

“Get out of my sight, immediately…. Before I do something that’ll end my career along with your life.” He snarled, several words said with emphasis, he wasn’t joking, and even as Chloe stood there, Trent’s body trembled with anger, his hands balled into fists which threatened to strike out at her at a moment’s notice. The girl looked a lot like Chloe, or at least the Chloe he remembered, but the chances of Chloe walking up to him on the streets and claiming to be related were slim….. no the chances of that happening was zero. Completely and absolutely impossible, which meant that this…. Girl, was a stupid fan who was trying to grab his attention by pretending to be his sister. An unsurprising move seeing as she’d played the ‘guess who I am’ stunt the moment they’d met.

Shoving both the papers and pen into his pocket, he was pretty sure he’d ripped his copy of the tenancy agreement, but he didn’t care. Both hands planted firmly in his pockets as he began walking seeing as Chloe wasn’t leaving, his hardened stomach colliding with her shoulder intentionally as he rudely walked into her, not bothering to say another word to the girl who was pretending to be his sister. Had she played her cards in any other way Trent might have been more willing to talk to her, but she’d touched on the one topic he wouldn’t put up with, she was extremely attractive in Trent’s eyes after all. But Trent probably would have broken his best friend’s nose if they’d so much as joked about his sister, so the fangirl claiming to be Chloe was extremely lucky Trent had been in a good mood beforehand. “Pretend to be my sister one more time and I’ll make you regret it.” He grunted, fully intending to walk off down the street.
 
Chloe visibly flinched as she noticed those icy eyes staring down at her as if he was about to kill her. For a moment she almost intended to back away, in fear that she might have mistook him for her brother after all, and that he got angry with ber for her pestering. However,the fear was only amplified by the shock. This was far more scarier than her dream. While she actually though he was scary when he attempted to rape her in her dream, this side of him she didn't expect. Still, she was sure it had to be him, but on the other hand it worried her that he didn't recognize her. Maybe she was the one mistaking here, after all? Either way, she seemed to take a step backwards in a subtle way, just in case he would hit her.

The brunette frowned as he intetionally bumped into her on his way towards the door. This guy just couldn't get ruder than this. Letting out a sigh and shaking her head, she was about to go back to her own business when she heard his last words. Chloe immediately turned around with a shocked expression. It was Trent just like she thought. And the worst of it, he wasn't recognizing her! Oh, she would really get back at him for it!

Looking down at her bag, she then remembered something helpful. Swiftly opening one of the bags, she searched through it until she found the item she was looking for. Leaving aside her other things, she hurried outside after him and aimed his head, the plush toy landing just on his red head. If the teddy bear wouldn't help, then she would give up. "Then, you can just take this back! I don't need this if you're going to act like this after 10 years of being apart! Not recognizing your own sister, when I managed to recognize you even if you dyed your black hair red and grew up so tall! Idiot brother!" she called out, somewhat angered and embarrassed for shouting while she was on the streets.
 
Trent continued to make his way out the door, making it only a few steps down the street before something soft collided with the back of his head. He’d partially expected this, but the fact that the girl refused to leave him alone grated against his nerves regardless, His temper flaring as he spun around slapping the teddy bear out of her hand and letting it fall to the ground before he reached out and grabbed her by the front of her shirt, lifting her an inch or two off the ground in a typical bully fashion, fortunately there weren’t all that many people around, but at this stage he couldn’t care less if someone had a gun pointed at his head, his reputation could get damned for all he cared, that was just how pissed off he was.

“I did say I’d make you regret it did I not?” he snarled, pulling her closer to himself, the look in his eyes no long cold and menacing, but fiery and hateful, he was losing his cool, and they both knew it, but again he didn’t care, he wouldn’t put up with anyone screwing around with his mind, especially not from someone claiming to be his beloved sister. Especially since he could feel himself being moved by the impostor’s words, the way she looked had been convincing enough, but her voice, the way she spoke, the comment about being ten years apart, and him dying his head red, his eyes flickered toward the teddy bear, and he thought he recognized it as something he’d given Chloe. But he couldn’t be sure, it’d been too long, and he’d spent too long, and too hard trying to forget his sister.

“I’m impressed at how well you’ve done you research” he snarled, pulling her so close that their lips nearly touched, his hot breathe brushing over her cheeks, it might have even incited a few memories had it not been for the fact that the Trent before her now was completely different to the one in her dreams. In her dreams Trent had tried brushing her off before coming to picking her up. This one though looked as if he wanted to rip her throat open, and raw emotional hatred directed her way was enough to make her skin prickle uncomfortably. “But you forgot one crucial little detail that screws your little act over” he continued, his grip tightening on her shirt, his brow furrowing and his scowl weakening for a moment to display weakness. “Not sure how you managed to get so much information and forget it but….” He paused, almost looking as if he’d cry as he forced the words out, his hand trembling violently. “My sister died 8 years ago.”
 
Chloe wasn't sure if she was taken aback at his reaction to the obvious truth or purely angered. She swore he was getting on her nerves how he stubbornly denied everything. And what was even more surprising, he was acting as if he wanted to kill her instead. For a few moments she wondered if this worth it. Maybe he intentionally tried to do that because he really didn't want to see her? No, he didn't have a reason to hate her. At least, that's what she thought anyway. Nevertheless, she wasn't going to back up now. Especially because she was the real person and not a fake. He wanted to hit her? Sure, she'd just make sure he would regret it after that. But until then, she would stand her ground.

Well, she felt a little uncomfortable now, as he neared her face. She had to curse that dream for how much it changed the way she viewed Trent now. But leaving that aside... "...Research?" she questioned and rolled her eyes. Was he stubborn or what? Either way, she kept her cool. After all, why would she worry knowing that she really was Chloe? She raised an eyebros when he mentioned she forgot a detail, before he spouted some nonsense which only made her glare at him. "Oh, really? Then, I'm probably a ghost or what? Trent, you're simply starting to annoy me. Do I need to show you an ID card? Do I need to tell you about our childhood to have you recognizing your own sister? I've left home because dad was on the verge of going crazy. He ended up throwing a lamp at me. But if it makes you feel any better, we can go back together to have dad tell you who's who. What the hell is wrong with you? I doubt you ever revealed such information to those around you. Give me a break. No one can do that much research. I didn't even know you ever talked about me even after you left. What can I do to prove to you that I'm Chloe? Want me to tell you what undies you had when we were kids?" she spoke, almost in a joking tone when she reached the last question.
 
Obviously Trent wasn’t going to believe that the ghost of his sister had come back from the dead to see him. As much as he loved his sister, he knew Chloe had been clueless in regards to his affection. How love-savvy could a girl Chloe’s age have been? Kids her age had still been joking around about boy germs when he’d last seen her. As close as they had been as kids, he didn’t think she cared enough about him to reappear before him as a ghost, furthermore he didn’t even believe in all that supernatural rubbish anyway. When the girl finally seemed to have snapped and started blurting out a whole slew of things in order to convince him. Trent really was about to slap her across the face. He’d spent years trying to forget about Chloe, for a few years he’d pretty much fallen into a depression so deep that he’d contemplated following her into the afterlife. But not believing in that either, he didn’t think there was a happy reunion waiting for him on the other side of life. It really did show though how fake this girl was when she mentioned their father. Their father had been the person to tell him about Chloe’s accidental death, and while Trent wouldn’t have believed it normally, he’d even attended Chloe’s funeral. He was pretty sure he’d seen her pale little body as well, though that could have easily been a dream seeing as he’d dreamt countless of times of how Chloe would jump out and playfully call out a ‘tricked ya’ before giggling childishly.

This girl… whoever she was, was really pushing things way too far. And while she might have been annoyed, Trent’s irritation towards the girl was immeasurable. Tightening his grip on her shirt further so that the fabric dug into her neck and made it a bit difficult to breathe, he was about to lash out at her when the sound of mass murmuring caught his ear. His glare briefly flickering to their side where a small group of people had congregated, looking awfully concerned about the proceedings, it was no surprise that the majority of the murmuring from them was criticism towards him. No matter how one looked at it, it probably looked like Trent was the bad guy here. His mind thawed enough for him to think back to reality, releasing his hand from Chloe’s shirt and grabbing her by the wrist. “Fine, Sister, we’ll talk at my place” he growled, emphasizing the word both for the crowd, and to reiterate to Chloe that he still didn’t believe her. His vice like grip on her wrist not even allowing her resist visibly as he dragged her down the street, in the opposite direction to where Trent’s home had been in her dream
 
Chloe seemed to slowly lose her hope in the end, seeing no change in his expression except from the fact that he seemed to be getting even angrier. Either she was missing something, either something had totally gone wrong. Was he really serious? But how could she be dead, when she was there, alive? At this point, the last things she saw in her dream flashed before her eyes. Could the dream be... something else? She felt like her legs wouldn't be able to sustain her too much longer. There were a lot of coincidences on a second thought. The same place, the same clothes, him not recognizing her. It almost seemed like things were somewhat connected. Then again, the situation was totally different. For some reason, she doubted that the fact that she 'died' after Chris gave her that pill was the main reason for her death now. No, rather, since when did she believe in this kind of fictional thing? Waking up in some sort of another world where she was dead? There were much more chances to win the jackpot at the lottery. Yet, she couldn't find any other explanation for this. It was clear that Trent didn't trust her, and for some awkward reason, she almost started to believe him. In the end, she actually started to consider that she might be dead. Her thoughts were disrupted when he tightened his grip. This wasn't the same Trent she knew. In fact, the one she saw before her was all of a sudden like a stranger to her. A stranger who shared her blood (if that didn't change too), and stared down at her with icy cold eyes as if she was the worst pest existent on the Earth.

A knot formed in her throat as he suddenly released her shirt, only to grab her wrist, the grip so rough that she feared he might break her bones if she wouldn't comply with him. She didn't like the way he spoke. After what things she went through, whether it was a dream or not, she had grown to fear these little signs of violence awaiting for her. Not even having the chance to grab her things, she hesitantly followed him. Not that she had any other choice, seeing how he dragged her after him. All sorts of thoughts crossed her mind. If that really wasn't a dream, and if this situation was connected to what happened before she went unconscious, then there were a lot of chances for Trent to be the same after all. No, but she was sure she was never like this. The scariest moment was when he threatened to strangle her. But this time, she feared it would be much worse. The mere thought made her struggle. She didn't want this. If he was going to be like this, she didn't want to be by his side. This was a living nightmare. It couldn't be true, she couldn't be dead. "Stop it!"

The sudden yell was enough to scare away some of the people passing by. Chloe couldn't help but tremble, tears rolling down her cheeks as she tried to get rid of his hand gripping her wrist. "Let go!" she cried out once again. This had to be probably the first time she was this confused, scared and angry.
 
Startled by her sudden yell, Trent spun around and glared at her angrily, figuring that the girl wanted to continue to make a scene in the public eye to make him look bad, he’d really had enough of this lying impostor, and was about to tell her just that when he noticed her moistened cheeks, and trembling body. A brief look of guilt flashing over his face, before he shook his head abruptly, his glare returning, though much softer now. “I’ll stop when you stop pretending to be my sister” he stated coldly, his voice harsher than he intended due to the fact that he was trying to remain tough, his biggest weakness as a child had been Chloe’s tears, and whether she was the real deal or not, the fact that she looked like her and sounded like how Trent imagined Chloe to look didn’t help at all. It didn’t matter how unconvincingly the impostor acted, as no matter what she did, she’d remind Trent of his younger sister, and the more he noticed the similarities, the more he felt himself starting to believe her. The sway in opinion pissing him off even more as he hated himself for being so gullible. After all, he wanted her to be Chloe, he hadn’t and still didn’t want to believe that his little sister had died in a mere two years after he’d left her side. He’d never really seen his father after that either. They’d never gotten along anyway, and with Chloe gone, there was no point in keeping contact. And for years he’d blamed himself for Chloe’s death. If he hadn’t been so stubborn… if he’d begged his father to let him stay, maybe things would have turned out different?

“Feel like confessing the truth now impostor girl?” he asked, fighting to keep the hurt in his voice. It almost felt like he was directing those words at Chloe, but that wasn’t possible, and he had to repeatedly remind himself that the girl before him was a stupid fan who was trying to take advantage of him. “I’m not letting you go anywhere until you admit and apologize for lying. Don’t care what your motive is, but I’m not going to put up with someone throwing dirt on my sisters name.” He paused, looking a bit uneasy as there were still a few people around, some looking concerned, while other looked as if they’d start chanting out ‘fight, fight, fight’ at any moment. “We’re just going to my apartment, if you really are my sister there’s no harm in that is there?” he asked grating his voice. The thought of leading a fangirl to his place voluntarily meant he might have to move again, but he needed to say something to throw off the bystanders who seemed to be seeing them as lovers gone bad.
 
((Aaaand, now I'm getting all sentimental and stuff. XD It almost made me spill a tear here!))

His words seemed to pierce through her heart. She couldn't believe what was happening, or rather, she didn't want to believe this was real. If this was real, then why did she have these memories which made her all the more disappointed with every minute? It almost seemed like her whole life was a lie. Was there something wrong with her head? She closed her eyes and bit her lip as the other hand reached for her face, trying to wipe away some of the tears. Maybe it was embarrassing to cry with everyone seeing her, even when she wasn't a kid anymore, but the salty droplets kept falling, unable to keep it in anymore. She had no one else to rely on, but her brother. And her brother was there, in front of her, saying she was an impostor and that she was actually dead. Still, she couldn't just give up now. If she would give up on him... She would really have nothing left to live for, given that she was already without a home to go to, she barely had enough money to buy food for the next two days and to pay for a very small apartment for rent perhaps, maybe something worse than Trent's cave, and she wasn't sure she had any classmate left who would recognize her. All of a sudden she felt like she had no identity.

She didn't answer to his question. Like hell she would say that she was an impostor. No, she was the real thing, and no way would she let him think otherwise. She had to leave aside her disappointments for now and focus on what she really was meant to do. In spite of everything, she had to admit that she was surprised of how much he seemed to cherish the Chloe he was talking about. If only he knew the truth! The brunette seemed somewhat calm down just a little bit as he told her they would go to his apartment. She almost forgot he was a model and had to keep away the bad reputation. She nodded weakly instead of saying anything, figuring that maybe he would slowly start to trust her. If anything, she would do her best to prove him the truth.
 
Trent was in much the same predicament, the sudden appearance of a look-alike girl claiming to be his sister, He couldn’t believe what was happening, though for completely different reasons to Chloe, seeing as he was refusing to let himself believe that this was the real thing. He’d actually dreamt about Chloe one day turning up and telling him that her death had been one big misunderstanding, that their father was a liar, and she’d been living relatively happily for the past decade. But those thoughts were wishful fantasies that would never come to pass. The dead only came back to visit their loved ones in fiction, and more often than not, they’re return foreshadowed troubled times.

Well, fake Chloe was certainly giving him troubled times alright, they’d attracted a fair bit of attention and Trent could only hope that no one in the small crowd would be bored enough to take a photo and upload it on the net or something. Last thing he needed was to be plastered in scandal magazines as a violent brute. Life was looking good for him for the first time in a long time, and he didn’t want to ruin it all for some silly girl. We’re she the real thing, he’d sacrifice everything he had and more, but for an impostor…. Well, at least she was a cute one. And had they met under different circumstances Trent might have even blurted out something he’d later regret.

Trying to put on the kindest smile he could muster up in his current mood, he offered out a hand, to her, indicating for her to take it. He felt like an idiot playing right into the attention craving fangirl’s plan, but he couldn’t risk continuing to let her make a ruckus. “Hurry up, before I change my mind” he grunted, his voice sounding a bit nervous. He knew it wasn’t Chloe standing infront of him, but he couldn’t shake the vision of his little sister happily reaching for his hand and following him around like she used to. He shook those thoughts away too, his eye catching on a café across the street, it’d be emotional suicide to go there, but maybe Trent could satisfy the girl’s demands by taking her out to a restaurant or something, judging from the looks of her attire, she didn’t look too well off, so maybe a small act of unwarranted kindness would make her move along? There was no telling what she’d do if she found out where he lived, and Trent had no desire to have a stalker no matter how cute she looked. “Would you mind if we stopped by somewhere for something to eat?” he asked as he walked.
 
Chloe's face seemed to somehow brighten up when he offered his hand, only to look up at him and see his expression. The voice was also a clear indicator he was forcing it. The little bit of hope faded away from her expression, taking his hand sort of reluctantly. It was obvious enough that he was probably worried about his career more than anything right now. At this point she wished he had never gotten into this business. From all the jobs out there, he just had to be a model. If he wasn't one, now he would not be so wary of her. Nevertheless, she couldn't change anything regarding that. Instead, she had to find another way to get to him. Too bad she felt more and more discouraged with every gesture from him. It made her heart ache, to know that she wouldn't be accepted by her own sibling.

She shook her head and moved her hand away from him all of a sudden, just as he questioned if she wanted to eat somewhere. Wiping her tears for good and hoping that her eyes wouldn't be very red, she still followed him, but rejected the idea of holding his hand. "It would be troublesome if you were seen holding my hand... right? Besides, I'm guessing that's why you changed your mind just now." she mumbled, struggling to think of something else to stop her emotional side going on a rampage again. "That's fine. Sure, I don't mind." she finally answered properly, trying to ignore the looks she was getting from the people passing by. Ugh, if only they didn't stare at her. She knew it very well that she probably looked the worst now. Any person would look awkward after crying. "There's no need to be that worried about me. While you probably think I'm some kind of screwed up fan of yours, I'm not even close to a mere average fan. Then again, it's probably useless to tell you that after what happened." she added, before deciding she should change the subject. Too bad she couldn't find anything unrelated to what seemed like her own past.
 
His brow furrowing as Chloe started mumbling something about his career, and how it’d look bad. He knew she wasn’t the real thing, but her comment made it sound like it’d be a problem for him to hold his sister’s hand even if she were alive. He’d chosen and followed the path of a model as he enjoyed it, and posing infront of a camera was preferable to paperwork any day. But one thing he didn’t enjoy was being restricted by his job. It annoyed him enough that he had to wear a pair of shades to hide his face on cloudier days to disguise himself. But being told he shouldn’t even be holding girls hands because of his career was pushing it. He wasn’t a brand name, he was a person to, and he’d do what he wanted.

Ignoring her mumbled comments about not being a fan of his. He reached out and snatched her hand into his, at first it felt like he was going to drag her around by the hand again, but his touch quickly softened, his hand easily wrapping around her smaller ones in a rather affectionate way that even Trent couldn’t explain. His body reacting instinctively to her appearance instead of what his mind told him. “I’m going to hold your hand, because I want to, if you’ve got any problems with that, keep them to yourself cause I’m not interested in hearing them.” He smirked childishly, squeezing her hand gently to indicate he wouldn’t let her go. He realized there’d be another commotion if she tried to pull away, but if she did decide to blow up in his face again and start spurting lies, he’d just leave her behind and hurry back home.

“I don’t really care if you’re a fanatical idiot, or just some person who wants to brag to her friends, but it’s clear you want something from me, otherwise you wouldn’t have pulled the sister stunt on me. And let’s pretend for a second that you were Chloe” Trent rolled his eyes at his own words, unhappy with even bringing up the idea as a possibility. “What would my dear sister want with the useless brother that abandoned her? The one that wasn’t there for her when she needed him? If you are some vengeful ghost here to exact revenge, just cut to the chase and kill me already” he scoffed. Obviously Trent had no intentions of being killed, but at the same time the chances of her being an angry spirit was just as unlikely as her being his sister.
 
Blue eyes averted to the hand which suddenly snatched hers, out of nowhere feeling like he was actually resembling the Trent who used to hold her hand when they were children. A nostalgic feeling and at the same time, one more reason to feel emotional. She mentally cursed herself for being so weak against these things. She was supposed to be somewhat angry at him for being so stubborn as to completely reject the idea that she was his sister. In spite of that, she felt herself giving in, tightening her hold on his hand as if to make sure he would not leave her. Just like the little Chloe who'd always grip his hand when she would be afraid of something. Right now, her biggest fear was losing him. She couldn't say a thing in return to his comment, especially not as she finally saw that childish smile of his. She hoped she would not have to let go of his hand too soon.

Chloe did frown, however, when he mentioned what could she be and that she'd probably want something from him. She wished she'd have some tape right now to shut his mouth, because she barely refrained from correcting him that there was no sister stunt. On the other hand, she was a little bit happy that he considered she could be Chloe. Or at least, that's what it sounded like in her ears. She couldn't help but chuckle at his mention of killing him. "Sure. I'll get my portion of cake or something and then I'll do the revenge thing." she said sarcastically. "If the roles would have been switched, would you hate me for it?" she questioned, though she didn't quite expect an answer. "It wasn't like you wanted to leave. You were forced to. And it's not so hard to figure out that it was painful enough for both of us." she explained, before she let out another amused and somewhat sarcastic laugh. "You probably think I'm crazy. Though, I guess you have good reasons to believe so." she added, and gave a sigh. "As Chloe, I wouldn't have any particular reason to stay with you. You're rude, flirty, sometimes a liar too if I'm not mistaken, but... you're the only one who was there for me. Even if it was only for seven years. It was enough to leave a mark behind. You're the only one I can trust." she spoke softly and then glanced away. "And I'll probably stop here before you get angry at me." she mumbled more like to herself, seeing how he was easy to anger when it came to 'his little sister'.
 
It was definitely a good choice for Chloe to shut her mouth when she did as Trent’s expression had gradually gotten more and more stern as she continued to blurt out remarks that indicated that she was the real Chloe. Of course, he wouldn’t be persuaded into believing her so easily, after all, believing that the girl beside him was like being told that something he’d believed so thoroughly over the last half decade had been a complete lie, and all those days spent in self-loathing had been for nothing. He would have stopped her sooner if she hadn’t joked about how things would have been if their positions were reversed. Trent honestly couldn’t answer that question, on one hand he couldn’t imagine himself wanting to harm his sister, but the thought of being abandoned so quickly after their mother’s passing had been enough to drive Trent into depression, and Trent didn’t even like the man who’d abandoned him to start with.

Regardless he decided to play along, his eyes hardening a bit, and his expression unkind, though even then he didn’t unravel his hand from hers. “You’re right, I do think you’re crazy, never mind heartless as well as an opportunist” he added, countering her description of him, “Physically you’re perfect, but you’re pretty twisted inside if you thought pretending to be my sister would win you any favors with me” he scowled. “But I’m willing to at least hear you out, “If as Chloe, you’ve got no reason to pester me” he repeated, “I’m assuming that means I can count on you to not interrupt my relatively peaceful life with your insane ravings?” Trent continued, knowing full well that his question was nothing more than wishful thinking. If the girl really wasn’t a fan, and had no reason to hang around him as his sister, then there really was no reason for her to be around him at all. “I might have been there for you in the past” he mocked, humoring her acting with another roll of the eyes. “But I’m not here for you now, and I won’t be there for you in future” he paused, looking around and feeling a bit uncomfortable with what he was about to say next. A strange possessive feeling overcoming him that contradicted what his words. “If you need someone to rely on, all you’d need to do is find yourself a boyfriend or something, you’re pretty cute as long as you keep you delusional ranting to yourself, hell if I have to, I’ll even introduce you to a few friends of mine.”
 
Chloe did the same, rolling her eyes as he confessed he really thought she was crazy. However, the fact that he called her heartless and an opportunist just stung even more. Ironic how once again she was facing some similar problems. Once again, she had to face the Trent who thought that she was using him to gain something. But, heartless? No, never mind. They were both probably heartless since each of them kept on with their rants. They were most likely bound to hurt each other because of the circumstances. He was angry with her because someone was apparently posing as his dead sister, and she was angry with how many hurtful things he could say even though she was real. Quite nasty how life was working. That is, if this was the real thing. Honestly, even she didn't know what to think of anymore. Leaving that aside, she barely refrained from glaring at him as he just said she was twisted.

A sigh escaped her lips. Right. If she was his so called sister, she would actually avoid ruining his life and all that. But was it that strange that she was this selfish? She only wished to be by her brother's side. Chloe wasn't sure she could actually keep up with this anymore. He was wavering between trying to trust her and going mad at her. This was going nowhere. Listening to his words, she seemed to get quiet and think things over. Was she this desperate? Or a better question, would she put her pride first, or would she go to desperate lengths for Trent only to get nothing in return but his hateful remarks? She loved her brother. But not even this much love could allow her to be this masochistic.

The way he mocked her so mercilessly made her boil inside. Once he suggested something like actually setting her up with one of his friends, she jerked his hand away for good. For one, she didn't need more trouble, especially since she feared his friends would be the same as Chris. But really, how could he say that to her? "You're right. You're not here for me now, and you'll probably never be again. And for all I know, you probably have it well with some new girlfriend. Someone to replace Chloe so conveniently. What was it her name... Harlotte... No... Charlotte. Never met her personally, but she's probably better, right? Or is it another woman? Doesn't matter." she spoke in a lower voice just to avoid the people around them from hearing, as she stepped backwards. "I don't need your twisted friends. I don't need your help. You can just go and forget me. Just curse me and go on with your life. I'll probably get punished for my so called stunt even without your help." she added, tone filled with sarcasm, before she turned away and left, picking up the pace, being stubborn enough to keep the tears in this time, as she hurried back to the realestate agency in hope that she would still find her bags.
 
Trent honestly couldn’t say he was surprised when Imposter Chloe finally seemed to have lost it, roughly removing her hand from his, before affirming that there Trent wasn’t there for ‘Chloe.’ Her words stirred up unpleasant emotions within the redhead, making him briefly fall back into the deep abyssal depression that he’d only managed to pull out of a few years ago. He hadn’t been there when she needed him, and even if Chloe did forgive him, there was no way he’d ever be able to forgive himself for that. Despite dating a Charlotte at present, he honestly couldn’t say that he was deeply in love with her, ever since Chloe, his first and most treasured crush had passed away, a part of him had died along with her, and he wasn’t able to feel a strong attraction or bond to anything anymore. Now that he thought about it, he really wouldn’t have been too upset if Charlotte called him up now and told him they were breaking up. She hadn’t been around for long enough to warrant a break up anyway, and as much as he felt bad admitting it, he hadn’t missed her all that much.

Chloe’s mention of the woman though didn’t help her case in the slightest. Even if Chloe was the real thing, there was no way that his innocent little sister would know about his girlfriend. They hadn’t spoken or seen eachother in ten years, and it only served to prove that the brunette before him had researched his personal life thoroughly. Trent snapped completely when Chloe slandered his girlfriends name though, he didn’t feel all that attracted to the woman, but having some random stranger calling his girlfriend vulgar names was something he didn’t need. And he hated hearing such hostility from Chloe, even if she was just a look-alike. “I told you to stop the stupid sister stunt didn’t I? You’re rotten to the core, and even if you really were my sister I wouldn’t want anything to do with such a foul mouthed brat” he spat, making a great effort to not lash out at her physically. “Go on with my life? I never intended to let you into my life in the first place, Chloe meant the world to me, and I’ll never find a replacement for her, but there’s no way in hell I’ll let her memory be dirtied by the likes of you” he was red in the face now. Completely uncaring of the startled looks as his voice rose. “Just get out of here, I don’t want you around, and you clearly don’t have a reason to pester me anymore than you have already.” Scowling as the girl turned around and took off, Trent hand subconsciously reached out clawing at thin air before dropping lifelessly to his side. It couldn’t have been Chloe…. It just couldn’t have been.

By the time Chloe returned to the agency her bags and belonging had already all been taken. Unsurprising seeing as it wasn’t a very quiet street. There was the hope that someone had picked it up and taken it inside as lost property, but even if she tried that hope would be proved false. The only thing remaining being the teddy Trent had slapped away, kicked onto the side of the footpath and dirtied, her hopes of supporting herself suddenly seeming more bleak than they had a moment ago. Maybe her only choice was to go back to her father? He’d probably forgive her if she apologized sincerely, and she couldn’t quite survive on the streets without any money, or change of clothes. Not unless she was going to adopt the life of a homeless.
 
Chloe found herself in an internal struggle. She was confused on whether she was just some kind of a copy of the real Chloe, or the real thing. After all, if she was alive and what he said was true, it wouldn't make too much sense. And leaving that matter aside, why did he have to say such cruel things? Even if he claimed that she meant the world for him, it was in vain. She silently cursed him as she walked away, already unable to keep her calm anymore. A little part of her mind was aware that he had good reasons for being like this, but she still couldn't stand it. If she had to be honest, she actually felt sorry for anybody who would end up to be his girlfriend. It just looked like this was just another version of her dream, or whatever that was. A version in which she was long dead. This surely didn't make sense at all.

Of course, once she reached the agency, nothing was there, but the teddy bear which was discarded aside on the street like some abandoned old toy. Chloe's first idea was to leave it there, to forget about this reminding of him. However, she couldn't. "At least you will trust me and speak no ill things." she mumbled, picking it up and attempting to clean him off, at least from the dust. But, what to do now? She couldn't rely on Trent now, that's for sure. Her only other option was to... "Return from the Hell I left behind." she muttered, slowly starting to walk towards her so called home. And here would come the fun part. If she was dead... her father would freak out, right? This was a dillemma. But seeing how she would probably find no job with her current state, she'd have to manage with it.

Once she did reach her house, she froze on the doorsteps. Could she really do this? What if he'd snap at her and never let her to leave? She swallowed dryly and rang the old doorbell. Now she really felt like a stranger. "Maybe... he's not home?" she mumbled awkwardly hopeful. For some reason she kind of needed his help so she could live on, but at the same time she knew her father so well, and she sort of feared seeing him again after she just left the house. Or at least that's what she remembered. Else, why would she have had those bags? Figuring she should be patient, she stood for another couple of moments there and then turned around to leave figuring he wasn't at home. Now, where would she go, though?
 
Trent watched as Chloe disappeared from view, a disappointed sigh escaping him as he stared at the spot where he’d last seen her. He knew it couldn’t have been the real thing, but even then he could shake the feeling of guilt that washed over him. Her tears from earlier resurrecting themselves in his mind and burning away at his conscience like acid. She was a fake… and opportunist, a stupid fangirl who’d taken one step too far to get his attention. It wasn’t his fault, and he couldn’t have done things any better…. Or at least that’s what he kept telling himself. His hand raising to his chest and scrunching the fabric of his coat in hopes that it would ease the aching pain coming from his heart. He’d been living relatively happily these past year or so, but recently the darkness had returned, ever since that dream he had he couldn’t shove Chloe out of his mind. The dream where he’d passionately made out with Chloe, her lustful moans and sweet scent stirring not arousal but sadness in him. He’d hated his old apartment, but that hadn’t been the main reason he’d chosen now of all times to move. It reminded him of Chloe too much. He didn’t know why seeing as Chloe had never even stepped a foot inside the apartment according to his knowledge. The word ‘cave’ suddenly came to mind, and for some reason those words stung him as well. Unable to deal with the pain much longer, he brushed past a few concerned face, nearly sprinting into an alley where he wouldn’t be seen by bystanders before slumping against the wall, his breathing rugged, occasionally interrupted by a sound that sounded like a sob. Everyone had told him it’d get better, that he’d get over it, and for a year or two it had. But now that it was back, it hurt more than ever, and he felt even more guilty for trying to forget her. “Chloe….” He whispered, his eyes lowered, a single tear crawling down his cheek before dripping off his chin and hitting the cold gravel beneath his feet. Disappearing a moment later, not leaving a trace of the anguish that wracked Trent’s mind and heart.

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The door showed no signs of opening despite her reluctant knocks. Her father wouldn’t be at home at this time anyway, in fact he was hardly ever home now that she thought about it. When he wasn’t at work he’d be down at the local bar drinking his mind away, it’d been the same deal last night when he’d come home a bit earlier than usual, as drunk as one could get, it was a miracle he’d gotten home in one piece. Something which couldn’t be said for the vase he’d thrown at her, a fancy piece of pottery, and one of the few things that had been around since Chloe’s childhood, something their mother had purchased saying it went well with the interior. Judging from her father’s living habits the pieces were probably scattered about on the floor even now, but she wouldn’t be able to clean up for as long as the door remained locked.

Several moments of silenced passed before Chloe eventually gave up, turning away to walk off to god knows where, she turned her head just in time as a hand was placed on her shoulder. “Chloe? Forget something?” the man asked, looking down at her with emerald green eyes. A concerned look on his face as her peered down at her. “You didn’t chicken out again did you?” the man asked, a bit startled at her reaction, but trying to ignore it as nothing important. He tried his best, but the way she was looking at him worried him and he eventually changed the topic to how Chloe was. “You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something, you do know who I am right?” he asked. Tipping his head to the side as if giving her a different angle would help her recognize him. “Chloe?” he asked again when he didn’t receive an immediate response. He didn’t want to believe it, but her eyes didn’t reflect a shred of recognition at all. On the contrary she looked like a terrified animal which had been cornered by a predatory beast.
 
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