chapter 29

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I blinked several times waking up. Actually, I was woken up.

I opened my eyes and saw a silhouette of Sin.

He was slowly removing my hand from his

chest and slowly getting up. He put my hand on the bed as he started

moving away.

There was a little bit of light in the room from the window, which meant it was the break of dawn.

He couldn't tell I was awake and I saw how careful he was being not to wake me up and he tiptoed out of the room and closed the door gently.

He let me cuddle with him all night, I guess he wasn't as unreachable as I thought.

This was the second time I had held him and he didn't push me away.

I remembered in the cabin when he I was crying bitterly, I hugged him tightly and he didn't stop me. He let me hold him until I fell asleep.

I literally fell asleep holding him but when I

woke up he wasn't there.

I guess he tiptoed away that day too.

But also, he didn't hold me too, just like last night.

I didn't understand why. If he didn't want him cuddling him, he would have stopped me, but he didn't.

If he wanted to cuddle with me he would have held me too, but he didn't.

But I won't give up. At least he was letting me get to him.

The whole day, I spent in the room again and he was somewhere else.

At night, I do the same and snuggle on him.

He just lets me. He doesn't move, he doesn't say anything. He doesn't do anything.

Somehow that encouraged me.

The next day, I do the same and cuddle on him. I do this for the four days without him stopping me.

He would have sex with me, get under the

covers and turn off the lights. Then i would move closer to him, have my face on his neck and wrap my hand around him. And snuggle with his all night.

Today was just the other days, I was in the

bedroom by myself.

I was writing everything in my diary. But this time, I wasn't crying.

I wrote down am my thoughts when I was doing what I did.

'After cuddling him yesterday, I felt a little more comfortable next to him. He wasn't as scary, still scary, but not as much. He slept before I did and then, I decided to listen to his heart beating with my hand on his chest. He felt human to me for the first time. I know that sounds stupid because he is human. But he just

felt human, a person with a heart. It was a dark heart, but it was there. He was human, I just had to find his humanity. I don't know about anyone but, I believe no one is born evil, they become evil. Which means, they can go back to being good if they want to. If someone helps them to. If they let someone help them. Would

he let me though? We barely talk to each other and everytime I see him I remember what he said happened to his brother. I want to know my dad's side of the story and then get them both to stop this. I know I could talk to my dad

heart, but it was there. He was human, I just had to find his humanity. I don't know about anyone but, I believe no one is born evil, they become evil. Which means, they can go back to being good if they want to. If someone helps them to. If they let someone help them. Would he let me though? We barely talk to each other

and everytime I see him I remember what he said happened to his brother. I want to know my dad's side of the story and then get them both to stop this. I know I could talk to my dad when I get out of here, and that means I have to get out of here. He said he would let me go but come back for me the same way they came from

Jeremy. I know he wants to kill, he made that every clear. That scares me. Knowing that there is a timer somewhere that would ring on the exact time to kill me. I don't know if I am betting too much on something I have not seen. Putting too much faith on something that feels

impossible. On someone I am imagining he

could be but... For some reason my heart keeps telling me that he is good. He was just angry and seeking revenge, but he was good. If I could bring out the goodness in him, I could end this!''

With that, I closed my diary and placed it on the table.