Naia's POV

I felt terrible for leaving Gabby in the kitchen but I didn't feel like talking. I closed the door behind me and leaned against it. Sliding myself onto the floor, I saw the bloody jacket still by the window and quickly looked up at the ceiling. At times, that jacket was comforting, at others, it was a jacket covered in Jane's blood.

I wasn't sure how long I sat there when I heard footsteps approaching followed by a knock on the door.

"Naia?"

Quickly standing up, I opened the door to reveal Gabby and Matt.

"Is everything okay?" I asked, a little bit concerned.

Gabby nodded and motioned to my bed, "Why don't you take a seat."

Gradually, I sat down on my bed and crossed my legs, now confused about what was happening. "What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing's wrong," Matt reassured and I raised an eyebrow at him.

"Antonio just called," Gabby explained, "They wanna ask you some questions."

I didn't move or speak for a good minute. Gabby and Matt didn't push it either so we all sat there, in silence. Well, except Matt since he was standing.

"About what?" I finally asked.

Gabby carefully took my hand and held it. "About what happened," She said. I could hear her trying to keep her voice steady.

I shook my head, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Naia," Gabby's voice was almost pleading.

I didn't know what to say so I didn't say anything and continued to stare down. At last, I slowly nodded my head.

"Alright," I whispered, "Okay. Okay...when?"

Gabby looked over at Matt who rubbed his hands together.

"Today," He said, "If you're up for it. They can wait if you want some time."

I shook my head, "No, no, today's fine."

"Are you sure?" Gabby asked, "You know you don't have to do it today."

"Yeah, I know," I replied. "I guess it's one of those things you want to get over with. I can do it now right?"

Gabby nodded hesitantly, "Only if you want to."

I shrugged, "Okay cool, I'll do it now then."

"I'll call Antonio," Gabby said and she and Matt left me in my room. I closed the door behind them so I could change. I let out a shaky breath before changing out of my pyjamas and into a pair of jeans and a purple wool sweater. Deciding to look somewhat presentable, I went to the bathroom and brushed my hair before tying it back into a slick ponytail. I then went to the living room where Matt and Gabby were, now also both changed.

"You look nice," Gabby complimented softly as we were leaving the apartment.

I smiled back at her, too nervous to speak. I wasn't sure why I was nervous but I was.

When we got to the district, my wobbly legs managed to walk me inside the building and up the front desk.

"Can I help you?" A woman with a nametag that said Platt on it asked.

"Uh, actually," Gabby started to say when we were interrupted by a voice.

"Naia!"

I turned around to see Erin and Hailey walking towards us and gave them a little wave.

"It's good to see you," Erin said, "Why don't you come up and we can talk."

I hesitated and looked over at Matt and Gabby who both gave me an encouraging smile.

"You guys can come too," Hailey told them.

"Do you want us to come with you?" Gabby asked me but I shook my head. I'd be okay.

Matt nodded, "Alright, we'll stay here. See you in a little bit."

I nodded and followed Hailey and Erin up some stairs. I spotted Antonio sitting at a desk and we exchanged smiles before I was lead to a room that resembled some kind of kitchen.

"Do you want anything to drink?" Erin asked me and I shook my head. "You can take a seat if you want."

I slid myself into one of the chairs and Erin and Hailey sat down in the ones across from me.

"Is he dead?" I asked quietly. "The boss?"

Erin nodded slowly, "He died instantly."

"He got off easy," I mumbled. "What was his name anyway?"

"Daniel Anders," Hailey answered. "Look, Naia, is there anything you know that might help us track down the other girls?"

Right.

Lily.

There were probably more too.

I shrugged, "I don't know. We were locked in a room. No windows. It was a nice house on the outside. I don't remember what street it was on but it had a big window on the first floor at the front of the house and two smaller ones on the second floor."

I closed my eyes, trying to remember everything again. It was strange since this was the opposite of what I wanted. I wanted to try and forget.

"The front door was red," I whispered, "Bright red. Like blood." My eyes were still closed as I replayed that day.

What else could I remember?

"It was a brick house too," I added, now opening my eyes. "And the inside was strange."

Hailey, who was writing down everything I was saying, tilted her head. "How so?" She asked.

"The furniture was all mismatched. Nothing went together and it seemed like they were trying to combine all of the styles in one house." I explained.

Erin nodded, "That's really good. It'll help us a lot."

"We were moved to a second house. I don't remember when," I blurted, "It was a bungalow. The siding was gray. I don't remember anything else."

"That's okay," Hailey said. "Do you remember anything else?"

I shook my head and both Erin and Hailey nodded.

"Can I go?" I asked.

"Yup," Erin replied and we got up. As I was leaving, Hailey pulled me aside and handed me a slip of paper. I looked up at her, confused.

"We talked to Jane's parents," Hailey explained. "They wanted to talk to you."

I slowly looked down at the paper and saw that there was a phone number written on it.

"Oh," was all I managed to say.

Hailey nodded, "You don't have to. I was just passing on the message."

"Ok," I said and smiled at Hailey who smiled back before she leads me back downstairs. Gabby and Matt were sitting on a bench by the door and when they saw me, they both stood up and came over.

"You okay?" Gabby asked me and I nodded. My grip on the paper tightened.

Erin put a hand on my shoulder, "She was of great help. We'll tell you if we get anything."

"That would be great," Matt said, "Thanks."

"Yeah, no problem," Hailey replied. "You have one brave girl there."

Gabby took my hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. "That is very true."

I looked down at the floor, thinking something different.

I wasn't brave. It was all a facade. Inside, I was weak. I was falling apart.

And it was awful.