Rebirth Into My Second Chance

Growing up together, Richard had a quirky way of waking me up whenever I clung to my bed sheets too dearly. He'd sneak up to my bedside and tickle my nose with a feather. It got me up quicker than any alarm clock ever could. So, naturally, my mind often flickered to thoughts of Richard.

But my attempts to avoid these memories only seemed to spur on a more passionate invasion of my personal space.

Cold yet soft lips pressed against mine, sending a numbing sensation through my body. I pounded on the guy's chest, exclaiming, "Richard, what the hell are you doing?" "Richard, you jerk!"

The more loudly I protested, the more forceful he became.

"Richard, how could you do this to me? It hurts." Tears welled up in my eyes as a terrifying realization hit me. Then, I realized that Richard was in prison because of Claude at this very moment.

Boom! It was like a splash of cold water on my face. "Turn on the lights! Who are you?"

Panic set in. Who had entered my room and crossed those intimate boundaries?

"Claire, is Richard all you ever think about?"

Suddenly, all went quiet, and I was overwhelmed by a sense of emptiness.

Out of the silence, a deep voice I knew all too well and that chilled me to the bone, pierced the air. It was Claude!

was wide awake in

bedside lamp flickered

as I was, hands braced on the bed,

bed, I curled up, hugging my knees, stuttering, "Claude, I didn't mean to... I just... I had

room barefoot, not daring to meet his

his room that I had

me, relaying Claude's orders that I was not to leave the house. With Richard in

help me. I

arrived

treat, Beacon Hollow's famous clam chowder, Claire's favorite.

questioning why I

the Hart family

icy tone made

and the concealed pill. As I attempted to retrieve it, the food container tore, spilling its contents and revealing the pill. Caught, a servant triumphantly presented the pill to Claude, accusing me of degrading

response was a swift kick, silencing the

I demanded, reaching for