Chapter Seventy

Immediately Florida was out of sight, Mitchell stand on her feet and pick a race;not minding the pains coming from her broken ankle; she just need to get far away from the house.

She suddenly stop in her track and stare in shock at the small doll standing in front of her; her throat dried up instantly and lumps kept on forming in her throat and she have no way of swallowing it.

She stand there in the middle of the forest, a little metres away from the cottages; but no so close to the place her friends was.

' I must have ran into the wrong direction .' She thought.

" Where are you going ?" Mateo asked her.

His voice so deep and hoarse with authority and his brows creased in anxiousness; he wanted to know what gave her the guts to take a peep in his house.

Mitchell felt chills run down her spines and huge goosebumps formed on her pale white skin.

What would she do? She can't run again, she definitely knows that he is not ordinary.

Mitchell knew her death was near, she just prayed it would be less painful. She stood froze at one point.

" What's your name?" Mateo asked her.

She don't know why she feels like his voice hold unmeasurable authority. Mitchell didn't speak, words refuse to make their way out of her mouth; she felt like her loose mouth were finally stick together, she just kept staring at him.

" Don't you have a name?" Mateo asked again losing his patience; there was no smile on his face, he face as cold as ever.

Her jittery legs finally failed her and she fell on the floor in fear, her eyes were tearing up.

" It Mitchell." She finally replied, not ready to stake him anymore.

Her heart beat fast as she watch him approach, when he was almost close to her, she started crawling back; she inched backward until her back was against a tree; he was a few inches away from her now, and she was finding it hard to breathe.

" Do you have hearing issues, or are your lips sealed ?"

His eyes narrowed, and he asked with an irritated tone. Mitchell gulped down hard and she felt beads of sweat forming on her forehead; she knew she was in big trouble now.

" I'm sorry.... please don't kill me please....." She answered soberly; there's nothing she could do to evade his wrath.

" Let me tell you a story, the real story Florida failed to tell."