Stef

I sat there for a while trying to find the words to say. Where do I start? the beginning, genius. I thought putting my shaky hands in my pockets.

"When I first woke up there, everything seemed like a dream. I guess they gave me some drug in their van to keep me from fighting back. I was in such a dream-like state that I didn't really understand what was going on. The only things I knew for a fact was that I was in a place I didn't recognize and that it was cold and dark." I said trying to blink away tears. Her stare was sympathetic and sad.

"When I started to come out of the dream-like fog the first thing I became aware of was that I was alone. I just wanted my parents" I said crying and she took me into a hug. I'm so thankful that I still have her.

"Its ok, love" she said wiping the tears away.

"Are you still mad at me?" I sound childish. She shook her head, no.

"No baby. I just need you to tell me the rest. Can you please tell me?" She asked and I nodded. I took in a deep breath to calm myself.

"The first person I saw there was Brandon. At the time I didn't know everything he would end up doing for me. I was afraid of him for obvious reason so I backed myself into the corner as far away from him as possible. He sat down about three or so feet from me and told me he wouldn't hurt me. I responded once I was able to find my voice that I wasn't suppose to stalk to strangers. He told me I was his brother,Brandon. That now I was his little sister. He told me how this family worked. He told me that he too had a family before them and that he wanted to go home. He told me he was scared too and that he would protect me. When that conversation ended he changed the topic to just about anything to try to relax me. When we went to bed that night, without having dinner, he told me that he would stay with me through the night. I didn't know it yet but he had a room upstairs which I would later move into.

When I told him I was scared and couldn't fall asleep he went upstairs to his room and got me this teddy bear he had since he found it in the basement the day he came here. I later found out that the teddy bear belonged to a little girl named Alex who was their daughter who died at seven years of age after being locked in there and suffering from an asthma attack." I explained thinking back on when I first figured that out after researching the case when I was sixteen and I ended up having everyone staring at me because I suddenly started bawling.

"He told me that he didn't know who the bear belonged to but he thought It was a previous little kid who they kidnapped. He said despite being eleven and being "too old" to own a teddy bear he kept it because he thought who ever owned him would want him to be loved and cared for just like he or she did. He told me I should have him since I was scared and going through the same thing they did and the bear should be there to comfort me like he was there to comfort her. When I was nine and taken from the place I told the police I needed to go back for something. They thought It was weird but let me go in and get him.

I wanted him to be taken care for since he helped me through a lot and helped Brandon and Alex through it too. I knew she would want him to be with other little children just like Brandon did. I wish I still had him, I did up untill a year before Brandon was born. I was constantly resewing him and eventually what I fear happened did. He was so torn up that I couldn't sew him anymore. I cried for like a week, it was like losing a best friend." I miss him a lot.

Lena

I watched as she rambled on about the teddy bear trying how to keep myself from crying for her sake. How can I stay mad at her?

"Anyways the mother, as I was trained to call her, would say terrible things to keep me from saying anything to friends or the teachers or anyone else for that matter. She used to tell me how no one would care or listen to me. She used to tell me that everyone wished I didn't exist, including my parents. She told me they got rid of me on purpose, that they sent me there. I didn't want to believe it, I did everything to try to keep hope.I used to pray every morning and night and she told me that God would never answer my prayers because he didn't care about me. Eventually when things are repeated over and over and no one's saying any different you believe them. I stopped praying and started to hate God for letting this happen to me. Everyone thinks I lost faith after the Tess brown situation but I lost faith years before.

I started to believe that my parents hated me because I thought if they did they would have come to get me. Brandon told me otherwise that they were looking for me but I didn't believe it." She said and I can tell she feels guilty about blaming God and her parents for what they did.

"Honey you were young. You didn't understand the situation and if they kept saying it over and over eventually you're going to end up believing them. This isnt your fault" I said kissing her and pulling her close.

"I love you" I whispered with as much love as I could put behind the three words.

"I love you too" she said kissing me passionately. She deepened the kiss and her hands moved up under my shirt. Just as I was about to let her take it off Marianas voice interrupted us.

"Moms I'm home" she called up.

"Ok honey be right down" I yelled as we both broke into laughter.

"Everytime" she sighed dramatically.

"Come down stairs now and we will finish later" She promised seductively. I followed behind her happy went from almost divorcing to actually getting lucky tonight.

There will be more confessions from Stef during the next couple of chapters. No I will not write the sex scene sorry use your imagination, it makes me uncomfortable. Also I cried writing this which is rare for me. Please review