* Holds up a sign that reads: Enjoy! *
Analisa opened the door and froze. She felt a familiar presence behind her. She turned and looked around. She didn't see anybody. She recognized this feeling. She always felt it when she used to cook everyday for Andre...
Andre. That name sent chills down her spine. Andre was watching her. She knew it. She quickly stepped inside and shut the door, locking it. The thought raced through her mind. Andre was watching her. Andre had found her. She was so sure of it. She can tell when he's watching her every move. But he was here. That feeling was here. In the only place she felt safe.
She didn't know what to do. Michael was gone, but... yes she hadn't thought of it! She sighed when she realized there were security guards all over the house and around the gates. If Andre tried to get in, he would be stopped and taken away from Neverland and into prison again.
But one thing remained in her head. How did Andre escape from prison? This gave her a cold, fearful feeling. Had he escaped to look for her? Of course, he would never let her go. As much as she hated him, she couldn't help but feel sorry for him. He spent everyday thinking of her. Feeling lonely and cold inside. She suddenly wanted to go back to him.
'No.' A voice in her head said. 'He may have been missing you, but he's still the same cruel, abusing man you married. He just wanted you back so he could rape you every night and beat you to a pulp.'
"Yes..." She whispered to herself. "He'll never be kind to me."
She sobbed. She really wanted to accept this fact, but all she could think of was the day she first met Andre. He had been so kind and loving to her. The way he made love to her. The way he helped her through her pregnancy. And oh, his kiss. She missed the way he kissed her.
'Analisa, listen to me.' The voice said again. 'Don't let that get to you. That was before. Before John was born. He hated that you wouldn't make love to him because of little John, so he abused you and raped you.'
She shook her head. So confused in her mind. 'Analisa, Michael loves you so much. He actually cares about you.'
She sat on the bed, wiping her tears away. Yes, Michael loved her and she loved him. She lay back and rested her head on Michael's pillow. She inhaled his scent and sighed. She loved Michael, but the feelings she had for Andre lingered in the back of her mind as she fell asleep.