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I don’t kno long I laid there before e ofover entle caress It was still difficult to look at hi better When I first woke up, he’d been there, sitting in a chair beside my bed It freaked me out, and I’ht of hiave ?"

"I’et you a bath?" Adam leaned over and kissed the top of ht I was bathed when I got home?" I asked, mild fear in my voice Was I still a bloody, dirty mess? Is that why everyone stared me orried eyes?

Ada ht you hoive you a bath while you were passed out, so I cleaned your face, are bath? My heart softened towards hi

"Alright" I sat up, bringing my knees around to face him I focused on his chest then slowly moved arded each other for a few seconds before Adam stood, leaned over, and lifted me into his arms

"I can walk," I nize it any what six days of torture could do

"I know," Ada you" He paused "Would you rather walk?"

I glanced up "No, it’s okay"

Once in the bathroom, Adam set me down in front of the otten back I didn’t want to see the evidence ofhis hands onBut can I trust those feelings? I looked up, lass My blonde hair was stringy, clinging to my head in a matted mess My brown eyes had dark circles around theht-- was thinner and fragile A three inch gash that started from my hairline and traveled down over my forehead was half-healed Purple and yellow bruises dottedtan

When I didn’t respond to Ada to undress you"

I watched in the e T-shirt he’d clothed entle hands, he lifted it up and overit on the counter More bruises decorated s My eyes found Adam’s before I looked away I couldn’t bear to see the syue, to show other eether and findme over to the tub, that was already full, Ada a hand forhim to join me Finally, I stepped into the tub and sat down between his legs His ar on my stomach Out of curiosity, I flipped his hand over The raised scar was in the saer over it, unsure if it was real or not

"Who was he?" I whispered

"Your captor?"

I nodded

Adaainst my skin "My brother, Anthony"

"He looked just like you"

"My twin brother," he hesitated, his hands relaxing "You thought he was me, didn’t you?"

I didn’t miss the offence in his voice

"He looked just like you," I repeated "He pretended he was you"

Ada position and reaching for the washrag He squeezed a dollop of soap into the cloth and trailed it over my shoulders and downyou like that?" The edge of his voice awakened sohome I needed to test this theory of mine