  &quot;Come on, I'm your mother. You can tell me what happened,&quot; Mrs. Jenson urged, rubbing soothing circles on my back. I fumbled for words as I racked my brain to come up with something good enough. See, I was a bitch to still be going with this. I could just blurt out the secret and try to prove it that I really wasn't who she was thinking I was. But I couldn't bring myself to say that. I was such a coward. I feared her reaction. I didn't care if she made my life hell, but I just didn't want to see her face full of pain and heartbreak. I didn't want to see if she would give up on ever finding her daughter. I knew I was making her happy today. But for how long? This would eventually come to an ugly end. Very soon. This was only temporary.
  In midst of these conflicting thoughts, I didn't really pay any attention to how I was really looking on the outside. It wasn't until my mom 

  The next day was better than the previous one. My ankle was better and I was able to walk around, although I was still kind of limping while walking.
  While rummaging through my vast wardrobe for something simple and comfortable to wear, while I was still in just a towel, I felt something cool and hard beneath my fingers in one of the drawers. I grabbed onto it and pulled it out. It was my phone. It was still the same. The cracked screen and scratched plastic cover was still intact and I preferred it that way for some weird reason. I had almost forgotten about my phone in there. Mrs. Jenson had told me the day she showed me my done up room that it was placed in one of the drawers. And then I completely forgot about it.
  My eyes widened. It has been more than a week since we were kidnapped. And with the phone, I had completely forgotten about Mrs. Odin. Oh my God, she'd kill me.
  I q

  Yes, it was a terrible ankle sprain. And me walking after that to track down Ethan only made the sprain ten times worse.
  I groaned as I stared at the beautiful chandelier hanging right on top of me in my room. It was evening and I had had my dinner before everybody else. A doctor was called to attend to me. My mom had visited me twice to ask me about how I was and I replied that I was just fine. Thank God she didn't ask me how I ended up with that ankle sprain yet.
  I had already had my dinner. It was sweet of Samara to bring me my favourites for dinner and ice packs every two hours. The pain was terrible but I was able to walk by myself if I didn't put much weight on my sprained ankle. The doctor had told me to not move around much and my mom had literally ordered me to never get out of bed for this week and if it was urgent, like I need to pee or something then to call Samara to h

&quot;Come on, I'm your mother. You can tell me what happened,&quot; Mrs. Jenson urged, rubbing soothing circles on my back. I fumbled for words as I racked my brain to come up with something good enough. See, I was a bitch to still be going with this. I could just blurt out the secret and try to prove it that I really wasn't who she was thinking I was. But I couldn't bring myself to say that. I was such a coward. I feared her reaction. I didn't care if she made my life hell, but I just didn't want to see her face full of pain and heartbreak. I didn't want to see if she would give up on ever finding her daughter. I knew I was making her happy today. But for how long? This would eventually come to an ugly end. Very soon. This was only temporary.
  In midst of these conflicting thoughts, I didn't really pay any attention to how I was really looking on the outside. It wasn't until my mom spoke that I realized that I was probably looking like a constipated pig.
  &quot;Are you alright?&q

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