Beth's POV
So, it was that time.
I remembered what had happened back then. Joe broke my leg, locked me in the wardrobe, and ordered me to guard the door. He warned me that if I dared to run out, he would break my other leg.
Tension, hunger, and pain had impaired my hearing. I mistook the young Aaron who was tugging at the wardrobe doors for Joe, so I kept begging him not to open them.
I was simply afraid of getting beaten up again. I stared at the young Aaron and saw a sheepish expression on his face. He froze at the childish female voice and stopped at once, not intending to approach the wardrobe again.
After hesitating for a while, Aaron brushed the dust on the floor, leaned against the wardrobe, sat up from the floor slowly, and started to talk to the younger me.
"Have you always been living here?"