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"We wait."

Not really so hard to do I suppose. For the past year we had some control over our imprisonment, the little key out of our room giving us hope and sense of freedom, but even that was gone now.

It had been a couple of days since Chris and I discovered that the twins were in the home of one of the grandfather's doctors. We had decided to wait one more month, and then we would have to leave. We would get the twins after our escape, no matter how dangerous or hard it would be.

That morning Chris and I went up the attic as usual. We had breakfast together while trying to forget the absence of our siblings who had become more like children to us. As I was bringing a spoon full of cereal up to my mouth I heard something. I looked up at Chris, he looked just as confused as I felt. After all, the attic was always depressingly quiet when not full of our own laughter or haunting music from the old record player.

Chris quickly got up.

"Stay here, in case it's momma, she still might come up to the attic."

I nodded in agreement and stayed standing by the table, watching him as he walked down the small staircase.

I heard the sound repeated and then Chris pounding on the door. My curiosity got the best of me and I towards entrance to the stairwell, angry at myself for my ungainly and excruciatingly slow pace.

I had heard correctly, Chris was pounding on door still. It refused to open.

"Mother, what are you doing?!" Chris yelled.

He backed up and started kicking the door. It still wouldn't open.

I started to speak when I saw his the door actually give way a little. I turned back behind the wall, fearful that mother would come walking up the staircase any moment. I heard the sound of splintering wood and I chanced a look once again.

Chris was no longer standing there only a gaping doorway stood in his place. I cautiously walked down the stairs as I heard Chris pounding on the outer door way as well.

"Why!" He screamed.

It was then that I really started to get worried. What was going on! This bloated body of mine was really wearing on my nerves. I walked down the staircase to see Chris collapse in front of the outer door. He was still pounding feebly on the door, but he was quickly loosing heart.

I kneeled next to him and cupped his face with my hands.

"Chris, what happened, what's wrong?"

His face was tearstained and his eyes bloodshot. He didn't bother answering he only jerked his head to the door knob. I turned to look up at it...except there wasn't a doorknob anymore. And then Chris sat up to reveal the rectangular segment missing from the base of the door.

With startling clarity I realized what all the noise had been.

"They mean to never let us go." Chris said simply, his voice strained.

"Shh, it's o.k." I said, trying to make him calm down.

"No, it's not! Did you hear her? The twins are here, in this very house."

"Really?! That's good, now we know where they are, we can get them easier."

"No, it only means that she lied before. And if she lied before she would lie again."

"Wait, this doesn't make any sense. Why now lock us up now. Why lie about the twins? Do you think they found out about me?" I asked with a gasp.

Chris answered with a grimace.

"No, it's not that."

"How can you be so sure?"

"If they found out about that, they wouldn't have bothered to put in the passage for food."

"Yea, that's probably true." I admitted, "but what could it have been then?"

"I'll show you." Chris answered. He winced with pain as he got up, he must have injured his foot trying to get out.

He walked to our dresser and grabbed a pair of socks.

I went to go sit on one of the beds as he carefully pulled something out the socks.

He turned around and handed me a gold pocket watch.

I held up by it's chain.

"I remember this!" I exclaimed.

Daddy had often used it to pretend to hypnotize us when we were little. Of course Chris and I would play along and do all sorts of silly things that daddy prompted us to do. Once Chris and I had pretended to be ducks for a whole week. Claiming that daddy had forgotten to release us from the hypnotizing spell he put on us before leaving for work.

I smiled, it was like being reunited with an old friend.

"Did momma give this to you?" I asked, I certainly didn't remember Chris having it before.

"No, I found it in their rooms. Look a the back."

I did as he asked and saw an engraving I had missed. It said,

Dear Bart, I'll always be yours. Forever and For Always, Corrine.

"What! How could she do this?" She had given papa this on their wedding day, it was wrong for it now to belong to Bart.

"I don't know how she could have, Cathy. But it's wrong and I couldn't just let one of our father's most prized possessions stay in the hands of that...other Man." He said "other man" like it was a highly offensive cuss word.

"It's O.k. Chris. I would have done the same thing."

"Don't worry, Cathy. I swear I'll figure out another way to get us out of here."

"I hope so, Chris."

I said absently while staring behind him at the portrait of hell that the grandmother had so lovingly hung for our benefit. Funny thing was though, it didn't look so bad anymore.

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Sorry nothing new happened. Just wanted to show how Cathy and Chris were dealing with the new development. Next chapter is up too. I'll give you a hint,

Corrine isn't the only one with secrets...