2. August 1980

Three years later

I'm hopelessly searching for some clothes in the attic. But I only found one box with clothes that almost fit.

I'm trying them on in my room, before my mirror. But the shirt is a more top that just covered my breast. With a sigh, I look back at the box for underwear. That is almost fitting what I hoped for, with the small clothes I could live in but not underwear. Father was always very dedicated that we would walk properly in the mansion and his estate.

I take all the underwear out. I see other pants and two more shirts. The pants are almost three-quarters of pants. Happily that the clothes back then already were loose. When I didn't find more, I look at my mother's closet and take what I can use. It's too big, but it has to do. I walk tired downstairs, where I go lay on the couch and watch some TV.

I'm bored after an hour .and looked above me looking at the cracks that covered the sealing. On this point, food is so good as all gone. When I try to find something inside the kitchen. Only finding one can of beans inside the cabin above the stove.

I open the last can of beans and eat it, it was already out of date, but I hadn't another choice.

I have to survive. When I fall asleep on the couch back again, after I had eaten.

Waking up a couple of hours later. I see a man in front of me looking at me.

He looks choked to see me here.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?"

I'm still looking at the tall man with his brown hair with gray strays in it, and he has the greenest eyes I ever had seen. Scared, I try to speak to him.

"I'm Rachel. I live here."

He still looks at me in disbelief.

Chris Pov

I look at the tiny, small girl a front of me. I was looking for things to sell before the property will be sold. Didn't understand why the property isn't getting on the market yet, till I see her here. When I go to the kitchen and dial the number of the bank, they told me it all was paid for. But the amounts were so good as empty now. She can't stay here, why didn't I see her earlier? She must be starving, I hadn't brought food for years. Furthermore, she must be the daughter of John and Alana.

"Are you the daughter of Mister Johnson?"

She shakes her head to say yes. Why did he never say something about her? I have to do something, she doesn't look any older than my boys. I have to save her, from here.

All of A sudden, I decided to take her home with me. She is still trying to stay here, but when I said that she couldn't stay here, she has to come with me.

I'm trying to explain to her, That the place will be on the market and will be sold to another couple with kids that must live here, and she can't stay here. After hours of protesting, she finally gives in and packed her stuff.

Thirty minutes later she is standing next to me at the door where I look at her with her suitcase.

I walk outside and wait for her to follow me. She still keeps standing inside the door, looking at the doorsteps. She looked so scared to take a step outside. Panic is taking over her when I see her wanting to fly inside the house. I step again next to her, taking her hand.

"I'm with you, Rachel, nothing will happen, I promise."

She took one step closer to the ground where the lane was with my car. She is shaking all over her body.

She closed her eyes and I lead her to the car and set her down in the passenger seat.

I drive away thinking how she did live all alone at the mansion without somebody.

And had she seen her father? I found him dead in his room and had taken him away for a proper funeral.

He had threatened me always as a friend and had helped me with work. Why didn't she go outside trying to find help? Not speaking at me, I drive further, where I try to say to her, that I have three boys at home and that they will be trouble, but that I deal with it.

Rachel pov

I see us passing threes and land before we come home, it doesn't look that scary outside. But when I thought I passed that phase, I feel the panic back inside me. Chris feels my tension and takes my hand in his big hands, to comfort me, that nothing will happen. He had to almost carry me to his car, so scared I was to go outside. I closed my eyes before he let me take a seat in his car, next to him.

We finally arrive I see a small white house with blue window frames. A one-floor high house. But it looks cozy. When we step inside the brown, thick door that cracks when you open it, I see three boys looking at me in my oversized clothes and my hair that is filthy from the years washed without soap. Anxious I look at the three boys, not seen real boys in my life and now there are standing three before of me.

The most left boy standing for me is the tallest and the most beautiful man I ever had seen. He has brown messy hair, where the strength of the hair is falling on his face, the face with beautiful green sparkling eyes that looked from me to his father. The boy aside from him is a little shorter and has black hair, very short with also green eyes, only they pop not like his older brother. And then there is the third boy, he is taller than the brothers aside from him, or he is the middle brother or the youngest. It's hard to tell. He had also brown hair, but it was longer than the oldest brother's and more curly too. And of course also the green eyes. They have all green eyes, their father Chris has it too, and also brown hair. They mostly are like their father, but younger and more handsome.

"What is she doing here, dad?" The oldest boy asked his father.

"She's going to live here with us."

Then another boy with black hair asks him something.

"And where is she going to sleep, dad."

First, he introduced me to the boys and the boys to me. I was wrong, the youngest brother was the tallest of them all. Then he goes further at the questions they asked.

"In your room, you sleep with Mark."

Angry, he walks upstairs, and I hear him shuffling things.

Chris nods to me that I can go upstairs when Pieter is back after an hour.

When I go upstairs to the room that was meant for me, I take all my precious stuff and lay it on the dresser. I had taken a photo book of my parents, ballet books and some clothes. Like the ballet uniform of my mother and mine, which is too tight but better than that of my mother, where my breasts pop out. When I'm finished, I see the other brother that hasn't spoken to me standing at the door.

"Hello, I'm Mark, if there is something I can get for you?"

He is the nicest of the three boys. The other boys looked like they could kill me if their father allows them to do.

"No, thank you."

Then he walks out of the room.

Leaving me alone in my new room.