Ida's POV
I bury myself in Isaiah's embrace.
"You're supposed to be dead." I cry.
"Witter faked my death and blackmailed me to ensure I stayed here."
"Why?" I mutter
Suddenly, someone clears their throat, and I remember Sebastian, who is standing not far behind me.
"Sebastian, this is my brother, Isaiah. Isaiah, this is my boyfriend, Sebastian."
Isaiah raises his eyebrows, and I giggle.
"I would explain all of this but-"
I'm cut off by Delilah, Daisy, and James running toward me.
"Where's Peter, Willow, and Abby?" Sebastian asks.
"Ummm...RIGHT." Daisy yells as she struts off in the opposite direction.
She comes marching back with Peter, an unconscious Abby in his arms. Questions fly like birds as the girls spot Isaiah. He greets them with a small, shy wave like he did when we were little.
I wipe the tears from my eyes as we come up with a plan for escape, all of us knowing that the complex is heavily guarded. Sebastian moves and wraps his arms around my waist as the others talk. Isaiah ruffles my hair, and I roll my eyes. The pair narrow their eyes at each other, and I shake my head. I see Daisy try to hide a giggle.
"It has begun, the battle for affection will commence." I sigh.
The lot of us enters the room closest to the way we entered. There is a bulletin board full of string, pictures, and words. Peter walks closer and gasps.
"These are pictures of us."
"Creepy..." Delilah says pointing to her picture, which was labeled "Delilah Miller".
"Mine was misprinted," Daisy says, her face twisted in confusion.
I look at her label. "Huh?"
"The name says, 'Daisy Miller'. But there looks to be a name crossed out." Isaiah points to a halfhearted scribble.
"I can hardly make it out," Sebastian says squinting.
I look at it and cover my mouth to stifle a gasp.
"Daisy, the name says 'Witter'."