Reborn In a Murderer’s Embrace

Chapter 102

“Stay put at home, Colin, don’t go wandering off, you hear? I whispered to him cautiously.

Henry and his company would stop at nothing to get what they wanted; the Langley family had been turned upside down. With Caleb out of the picture and me and the baby gone too, Henry would easily seize control of everything the Langley name held dear.

We were walking down the sidewalk, a never–ending stream of cars passing us by on the road.

His back was to me as he trudged forward.

I was getting tired and eventually, I dozed off against his back.

In my dream, a flurry of images flashed through my mind.

A little boy with mixed heritage, looking like a

a little girl in a red frock, running for dear life ince straight out of a fairy tale. He was carrying

“Phoebe, it’s gonna be alright; we’re almost home,” he reassured me as he ran. “Phoebe, wake up, don’t fall asleep. Phoebe, wake up, have a bit to eat…”

I jolted awake, my breaths short and rapid as I took in my surroundings, not sure when I had gotten home..

Colin was trying to rouse me, coaxing me to eat something.

I rubbed my temples, looking at Colin. “I don’t want to eat.”

“Just have a little,” he insisted, holding out a plate to me.

not hungry!” Isnapped, pushing away his hand, and the plate spilled

silently, not saying a

up and walked back to my room,

that moment, I felt like a ‘doll‘ kept by a madman, and

so exhausted that I collapsed onto

becoming more apparent the drowsiness, the

I slipped back

loves you, right? I’ll make you look just the way he loves, and give you back to him.”

I’ll make you so

why did you deceive him? Why did you lie to him? You deserve to die.”

your lies? You forgot about

filthy. Your heart is filthy, and so is your

dream slowly became clearer, and the moments before

bed, surgical knife in hand, slowly slicing my skin, pulling off my nails, allowing

manically, his laughter twisted. “This way you’re prettier, this way you’ll be his doll

glass cabinet, his voice

too. I’ve made you just the

help me, please help!” My breathing quickened,

as if I were trapped in the dream, unable

Colin, save

I was calling for

“Phoebe?”

was calling my name.

I couldn’t wake up; I was trapped in