My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 9

I looked at her, surprised by how normal she acted. She seemed like she actually enjoyed being here.

"Thank you," I managed to say.

She gave me a quick, cheerful wave before heading back toward the stairs. I stepped into the room and closed the door.

It was a beautiful room, filled with expensive things, but as I looked around, I couldn't shake the feeling that the walls were closing in on me.

I grabbed my suitcase and started to move my things into the giant walk-in closet. The space was so big it felt like it was swallowing my life. My few clothes didn't even fill half the racks, leaving wide, empty gaps.

I reached for the hidden pocket at the bottom of my bag. My fingers brushed against the familiar texture, and I pulled it out.

It was my sliver of wood.

It was a simple, thin wooden rod. It wasn't decorated or special to look at. But as I held it, I felt my heart rate finally start to slow down.

I called it my Reminder.

I tucked it away on the top shelf, hidden behind a pile of sweaters. I needed it close. Because the Reminder was the only thing that kept my head clear. It was the only thing that kept me from forgetting who I really was and what men were capable of.

I stayed locked in my bedroom for the rest of the day, hiding out on my phone and talking to my friends. It was the only way to feel like I still had a life outside these stone walls.

Eventually, a soft knock came at the door. A maid walked in carrying a tray of dinner. She was quiet and quick, and when I was done, she came back to clear the dishes away.

"Ms. Claire sent me," the woman said with a small smile. "She wanted me to tell you that if you aren't ready to go downstairs for dinner yet, you can eat wherever you feel safe. But she also said she’d really love it if you gave them a chance soon."

It was a small gesture, but it felt unexpectedly sweet and it finally made me smile.

━⊰ ❦ ⊱━

The moon was high, but sleep wouldn't come. My eyes felt like they were full of sand, but every time I closed them, my brain started spinning.

It was the insomnia, the same old ghost that followed me everywhere.

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