The Escape

Chapter 5 - Madelyn Adélie - November 13 1923

I have continued my usual chores for the past week but what that man said to me has stuck with me. I wish I knew what he was getting at by telling me that. Was he perhaps trying to tell me that my family kidn*pped me when I was just a small child and didn't remember? That would explain why I am human and the rest of my family are werewolves. I begin to question things like the fact that my parents both have brown hair and I have red hair. Or that I am paler than paper and the rest of my family is tan. I don't even know if I belong anymore, not that they ever made me feel wanted. Am I really a captain's daughter? Or am I related to those I call my family? I don't know, I Don't know, I DOn't know, I DON't know, I DON'T know, I DON'T Know, I DON'T KNow, I DON'T KNOw, I DON'T KNOW, i don't know. I'm totally blowing this out of position, it's probably nothing. I hum my song again to calm myself down as I continue to clean the house. A knock at the door startles me and I open it to see a tall, tan, gorgeous, freckled man with black eyes and brown hair.