Real Family-2

  “I’m not gonna hurt you, Mackenzie,” he whispers in my ear, making me shiver in fear.

  “Promise me that you won’t shout once I remove my hand from you. Promise me, Mackenzie,” he says firmly.

  All I did is to nod in agreement. I remember my phone on the nightstand, and the monitor of our security system is there too.

  He releases his hands on me slowly, and I manage to face him. “How did you escape, Drew?” I ask quietly.

  “I pretended to be sick. I mean to be crazy. When they transported me to the Mental Facility, I was able to escape from there,” He explains. He looks thin but cleanly shaved, and he doesn’t look hurt too.

  “Mackenzie, I need your help. I can’t stay there. They’re hurting me. Mackenzie, please?” he begs.

  My eyes scan his face, and he looks like telling the truth.