Chapter225

#Chapter225

Real Family-02

I feel a hand on my mouth to stop me from shouting, and a cold sharp pointing at my side, making me freeze, and I know exactly what it is; a knife.

/"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.