(Sage's Point of View)

  Before I could grasp what was happening, Rosie grabbed my hand and pulled me along as she began to run in the direction of the car.

  “Rosie!” I shouted, trying to keep my balance as she tightened the grip around my hand.

  While we were running towards my car, I noticed the unfamiliar vehicle again from the days prior, and a woman was standing beside it.

  “Shit”, Rosie mumbled.

  Rosie and I stopped running; we were surrounded as the men had caught up to us. My heart started racing as Rosie stood before me with her arms stretched out.

  Bang! The back of my neck throbbed as I fell to the ground.

  A few hours later, Rosie and I woke up inside a room. The room was small, with blue walls, one window, and a bathroom connected to it. I looked around as my eyes were starting to clear up more. The woman sat in front of us in a chair.

  "What the hell is this?” Rosie yelled.

  "Shh, “I said as I tried to tap her but noticed our hands were tied.

  "What do you want from us?” I asked.

  "Your mother," she said. "She stole my money."

  "What do you mean by your money?” I said as I tried to sit up.

  "That bitch disappeared," Rosie said while getting upset.

  "She disappeared after selling her daughter to me." The woman said.

  I sat there, shocked, but realized I didn’t have the energy to care. “Can you let Rosie go? You can do whatever you want with me!” I said, putting my head down.

  "Hell no!" Rosie yelled at me, “I would never leave you alone in this.”

  "Don't worry," the woman said, "Because you were also sold to me," she said, looking down at Rosie.

  After being informed that we were sold to her, the woman walked out of the room without saying another word. We sat there confused, trying to comprehend what was just told to us.

  "We were sold; what the hell does she mean?"

  Rosie went on rambling as she punched the wall. The woman untied us before leaving the room.

  "It doesn't make sense; our parents seemed normal until recently," I said, trying to figure out something.

  "Well, they hurried to move out of the house quickly for a reason,” she said.

  "What are they hiding from us? I want to know". I muttered.

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  "I want to smash their faces in," she said, "Parents or not, this is some bullshit." she continued as she punched the wall.

  As the days passed, my right hand had fully healed, and the woman never returned to the room. The man would sit on a tray with food on the dresser and give us clothes to change into daily. At night, we would look through the window in the room at the sky and sing songs as we tried to cope with our situation. We took turns sleeping in the bed as we tried to watch out for the woman.

  “Anything in here we can use to break the window,” I said, looking around the small room.

  “Not a damn thing,” Rosie said in frustration.

  “Pretty sure that window isn't broken easily anyways,” she stated.

  “Maybe not, but we need to work together to get out of here,” I said as I flopped down on the bed.

  We started marking on the walls, and as the days passed, today makes two weeks we have been here. Rosie and I started searching for more ways out of the room. I realized the window was shut tightly. Rosie noticed something as I tried to open the door to see if it was locked.

  "If they wanted to kill us, they wouldn't keep us alive this long, right? “She asked as she lay in bed and looked at the ceiling.

  "I don't think so; maybe they’re keeping us until they find our parents," I replied.

  "But wouldn't normal kidnappers take your weapons? They didn't even take your bow," she said.

  “But they took the arrows, so it's kind of useless,” I said.

  “Or we can knock him across the head with it.” She said, all excited.

  Forgetting I had my bow with me because of all that had happened, I couldn't help but laugh. As I laughed, Rosie began to laugh as well.

  After finding a cardboard box, I came up with the idea of making a target board inside the room.

  “Anything we can make an arrow out of,” Rosie said while rambling through the box we found under the bed.

  “Found some pencils,” I said.

  “Is it sharpened?” she asked, with an annoyed expression.

  “Nope,” I said as I threw it on the floor.

  A few hours later, the man came with our dinner and clothes. He sat the plate in the usual place. Before he could leave the room, I called out to him.

  "Mister," I said.

  "Yes," he said as he stood by the door.

  "Can I ask you something?" I said while trying to get the words out. "When are you going to kill us?"

  He laughed and shook his head. I became suspicious that he laughed.

  "We won't kill you; please wait a little longer." He said before leaving the room. I tried to look at what was on the other side of the door, but he closed it too fast for me to get a look.

  Rosie and I sighed as we sat there, a little relieved.

  Days began to pass again, and the woman still hadn't shown up since her previous visit. After looking at the marks on the wall, we realized we had been here for a month. It started sinking in that we may never leave this room. We tried to hold back our tears as we sat in the room talking about our lives and how we missed going to our club activities.

  A few minutes later, the woman opened the door and walked in. She sat on the chair next to the dresser just like she did when we first met.

  "Nice to see you again," she said, smiling.

  "Cut the bullshit," Rosie and I said at the same time; we looked at the woman.

  The woman laughed and apologized for not introducing herself. She continued to tell us about her.

  "My name is Tia Myers," she said as she looked at us.

  We said nothing back and waited for her to finish talking.

  "I know you’re wondering, what is going on?" she said, "Your parents stole three million dollars from me; I kept you here to find them. They seemed to have vanished without a trace, but I have found a letter left for both of you," she said.

  "Letters?" Rosie said as she walked up to Tia.

  The way I was feeling after hearing something about my mother after a long time, I didn't want to take my letter. Tia handed me a box that was still taped closed. I got upset and threw the box across the room.

  Tia told us she would care for us until we became legal age. She allowed us to leave the room. The first thing we wanted to do was go outside. Before we could, Tia told us to follow her upstairs; we noticed we were staying inside the basement.

  We headed upstairs from the basement; she walked before us and told us we were going to the dining room.

  In the dining room, sitting at the table, was a girl who looked around me and Rosie's age. Tia introduced herself as her daughter; she seemed well-mannered and spoke softly. She smiled as her big, light blue eyes looked at us.

  "Please sit down," Tia said.

  We sat down at the table as the man bought us dinner. Tia went on about caring for us and said we could call her Aunt Tia.

  “Wait, you had us in the fucking basement, and you want us to call you aunt?!” I yelled out.

  Rosie looked at Tia as she grabbed my hand.

  “I'm sorry about the basement; I had to ensure you didn't escape,” Tia said.

  Tia remained calm and handed us our letters.

  After a few minutes, Rosie suddenly stood up as she dropped the letter. I got out of my seat, wondering what was wrong with her; tears started running down her face as I grabbed her shoulder. It shocked me because she always tries to be the strong one out of us. I picked up the letter and read it.

  "Dear Rosemary, I'm sorry you had to find out this way that I'm not your biological father. Meeting Sage wasn't coincidental; you are both best friends, but you are also fraternal twin sisters that Peyton and I found outside an orphanage. You both were wrapped tightly in a blanket with letters tucked inside. Sorry we had to leave you like this, but it was our only option.” The letter ended.

  “What the?” I said, as my mouth dropped.

  After reading that we were related, I dropped the letter and ran out of the house.

  “Sage!” Rosie shouted as she ran behind me.