A/N: Happy Thanksgiving today! Thanks to everyone who reviewed! It made me so happy :D Here is the next chapter, as promised. Hope you like it as much as the last one.

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I was consumed into a pitch black descent, hushed voices lingering in the air all around me, suffocating me.

"You can't hide from me"

"All your fault"

"Stellan"

BAM!

"Jules?"

My heart leaped.

"Shawn" I muttered groggily, my vision becoming clearer. He was standing over me, pressing an ice pack to my forehead.

My surroundings were hazy, last I remember I was at the station. But I was laying down on the couch at the house, a throbbing pain pulsing beneath my skin.

"You scared me Jules, Just fainting like that... what happened?" He asks me softly, adding pressure to the icy bag.

I looked around, embarrassed, I probably gave him a heart attack. "I'm sorry, I was just,.." Suddenly, the realization hit me hard. The box, the charm bracelet, those pictures, I could remember it all now. Bile rises in my throat.

"I got this for you Alison"

I push the thought out of my head,

He clasps the bracelet around my wrist, the initials A.H glittering in the light. "Our little secret."

No! No! No! No! I didn't even know I was screaming until I could hear my own voice shrieking.

He was after me again, and this time he would never stop until I took my last breath.

Shawn pulled me towards him, trying to hold me as I scream hysterically, sobs wracking in my chest causing me to violently shake. Immediate proof of how the strongest person can collapse at any moment.

"What is happening to you?" He murmurs into my hair, his somber hurt mirroring my own.

"What is happening?" He repeats,

When I pull away, I clear my throat and take a deep breath.

"I lied to you"

Once upon a time, It started with two. Their love was a toxin, a drug. A whisper of night and day.

She spiraled into darkness, his veins filled with ice. Disgustingly sweet vengeance left a bitter taste.

And now she is dead. Or so everyone else thinks...

PSYCHPSYCHPSYCHPSYCHPSYCH

"My real name is Alison O'Hara. Juliet was my middle name. I used to live in a small, beachside town in California. When I was 17, I met Stellan. He was perfect, or atleast, he seemed perfect. He had an addictive charm, Using peoples deepest secrets and fears to manipulate them," I paused for a second as I let the information I just told him sink in.

He solemnly gives me a reassuring smile; making small circles around the small of my back with his hand, his light, feathery touch made me feel warm all over.

"And I fell for him, everything he fed me was a lie, just to get to me."

"He was the leader of a notorious human-trafficking ring. And one day he..." I trail off. "captured me, along with several other girls for the operation, he sold them all, but kept me. Telling me that I was special." I continued.

"He said he loved me, But It wasn't love" I murmur,the words pouring out as my fingernails dig into my palm.

"It was twisted. A demonic form of possession."

I trembled as I recall the gruesome memories. "He made me help him," A silent tear rolled down my cheek.

" Mentally torturing me until my mind was numb. Caged as he made me choose. Either adapt or die"

He gripped my hand tightly, his lips forming a thin line. The first time I've ever seen Shawn so sorrowed, not a single word escaping his lips. It hurt to watch.

"Get away from me!"

They circled me as I kicked and thrashed against my restraints.

He got right in my face. "Miss us?"

Their laughter rang out mockingly. They both surrounded me, devilish smiles crept up their faces.

"He made me.. do such horrible things, Things I can't even speak of." My voice broke.

"You have to sacrifice Alison."

He pointed to the innocent girl infront of me, beaten and bound like an animal, paralyzed with fear.

I shake my head, tears running down my face."I can't."

The cut in my abdomen was worse, he pressed the blade deeper into the skin until fresh blood seeped out. The pain was excruciating but I didn't say a word. He would only cut deeper.

"NOW!" He yelled pressing the gun into my hand.

I can't look at her face, I avert my eyes away pleading for forgiveness for what I was about to do.

It only took a second. The noise was deafening, and then as quickly as it started, her body fell limply to the floor with a thud. He took the gun from my hands and strode over to her,

"She was as good as dead." He said before leaving me alone again, closing the door soundly behind him.

"I escaped. After 4 petrifying years, I finally escaped from them. The police wanted to put me into witness protection. But I ran. And never looked back."

He finally spoke, "You went to Miami." He stated.

Nodding, I continue. "I got help from an old friend of the family, a detective in Florida named Carolyn Drake. She helped me get a new identity and a job at the Miami PD. From then on I became Juliet Alison O'Hara and left my old self behind. And then he found me again."

"Before he could get to me or Carolyn, I vanished, once again. And then I found myself in Santa Barbara," I finished, relief and sadness overtaking me as the past I had kept hidden for so long unravels before my eyes.

"Oh my god Jules, I can't believe it." He says in shock, "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was going to, but I didn't want you both to get hurt, I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you and Autumn."

He pulled me close. "I promise, nothing is going to happen to us. I won't let it."

"How can you be so sure?"

"I just am. I will never let him hurt you again for as long as I live."

Before I could respond, A sinking feeling of dread weighed in my stomach, telling me something was wrong.

The sound was small, but not unheard. The front door slightly creaked and then it was quiet again.

"What was that?"

I instinctively pulled my hand to the gun in my jacket, except It wasn't there. I mentally hit myself in the head and walked silently to the door, scattered footsteps became harder to hear as they drifted away. After a moment I swung open the door and another envelope fell to the porch. Scrawled in brisk handwriting, like the last one: Alison O'Hara

Panic filled me and I showed it to him, Leading him over to the table. he ripped it open without hesitation and more pictures scattered on the wood. The lighting was dim in some of them, but the image was clear. A frightened young girl stood tied to a chair, with tear-stained cheeks and bloodshot eyes, her figure was bony, almost skeletal as she just sat there while they were being taken. Then, a startling recognition made me almost fall over. It was me.

Shawn saw the resemblance too and he became enraged, tossing the picture back. "Sick bastard!"

I could remember it all now.

Blinding flashes of white surfaced all around me, my eyes burning.

"Smile for me."

I smile obediently, although it was forced.

His strong hands pull me forward, the camera flashing as he took more pictures.

"Good girl."

He slammed his hand to the wall, his face a bright red. I looked away as he let out his anger, focused solely on the crumpled note in my hands, found on the back of one of them.

Sleepy inn Motel, be there tonight at midnight. Don't disappoint me Alison. Someone might get hurt

And just like that, I was there again, I would never be able to escape his world of darkness and control. I was his again.

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