Belle woke with a soft gasp on the bed. The most still played in the edges of her vision. She exhaled again and blinked. Then it was gone.
She was away from the imagery she saw. The one it’s which he father was in. She was back in the house and in the bedroom she’d taken rest.
The house was not hers. It belonged to the mama holding her captive.
Seconds later, she blinked again. This time, she let her eyelids click shut over her eyes. With effort, she grunted softly, praying she could see her father again. Even if it was only a figment of her imagination, like he instinuated, it did feel so real. So real that she wanted to spend some more time with him. Rather than be back in this hellhole where she did not know a single thing here.
Everything was a mystery to her. So much she did no
