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Amelie's Point of View

I sighed, sitting down in my office, in Founder's Square. Claire had called me multiple times and every time I just let the phone ring. I would have let her out but I needed her to be safe, in case Christopher tried another of his tricks.

My phone ringed again. I glanced at the screen then picked it up seeing as it was Oliver. "What is it?"

"Where do you want me to put Christopher?" He asked.

"Have you going anything else out of him?"

"No. He's just quiet now."

"Put him in the jail cell then." I said and ended the call. A knock came at the door. "Come in."

The door opened and Michael came in. "I need to see Claire."

"Our wants and needs are two very different things. You want to see Claire you don't need to."

"No, I need to see Claire. You have kept her everyday, since you kidnapped her and brainwashed and you didn't let her come around once. I think its time she saw me."

"It's not going to happen. Claire is to stay in my house, until I feel she can go out again. Anyway, you will get to see her at the funeral." I said and picked up my pen carried on working through paperwork.

"For a few hours! Claire even texted me. Look." Michael put the phone on the desk. I sighed irritated, and read the message.

Amelie has locked me in my bedroom and no-one will let me out. Please help me.

"That just says she is locked in. Now go, you are wasting my time." I ordered. I looked to the guards and they stepped forward.

"Don't bother," Michael said. "I'm going. I'm going to get Claire out and then she will live with me. She will be much happier then being trapped with you." Then he spun around and slammed the door.

"Make sure he doesn't- Never mind." I said and got up, collecting my bag and going out.

"Where are you going, Founder?" My secretary asked.

"Just to have a talk with Oliver. Manage the appointments while I'm gone." I replied. Once I got outside, I ran to my house then went upstairs. "Claire?"

No answer. I reached her door and got my guard to open it. I stood there for a second, staring at her empty bedroom. I called her name again. Still no answer. I went outside and saw my maid. I grabbed her and held her against the wall. "Who came in here?"

"A-A-A boy with blond hair. He said he was to get his friend out."

"And you let him?! Whose house is this?" I growled.

"I'm, so sorry Founder! He-He said to help him or-" I didn't have time for this. I dropped her and ran to the Glass House.

Claire's Point of View

It felt nice to be back at the Glass House again. Nothing much had changed, but the house looked tidier. "Have you tidied?"

"A little bit. I tried making chilli, but I guess only Shane knows how to do that." Michael went into the kitchen and stood facing the sink.

His name only brought back a few memories; us kissing, Shane making chilli, Shane playing his Xbox. I sighed. "Oh, right. Well there is always plenty of other food to eat."

"Guess so." Michael said. He turned to me from the sink and leant against it. "Tell me the truth. Did Amelie compel you or something to stay with her?"

Damn, I knew he would ask that. Well, there has got to be a catch, when Michael just decides to free me. He probably just wants me free, so I can go to the funeral. I bit my lip. "Yeah-Yeah, she did actually."

"And when it wore off, you didn't try to escape?"

"Well, Amelie would have known it wore off. And she would have done something then, to make sure I stayed with her. But he wouldn't do anything now because..." I trailed off, wandering how to phrase it.

"Because...?" Michael asked.

"Because... She has feelings for me. Like she feels I am her daughter, so she doesn't hurt me." I added the last part quickly, upon seeing Michael's face.

"You could have phoned? Texted? If you really hated it there, why didn't you at least try to leave? Wouldn't Myrnin be against Amelie keeping you prisoner?" Michael asked a stream of questions all at once and I would have had a hard time answering them, when someone banged on the front door. "Crap, it's her. Hide somewhere and cover yourself." Michael said, quietly. After I didn't move immediately, Michael shoved me into the pantry. "Cover yourself!"

I nodded and took the coats off the rack and hid under them, then Michael closed the pantry door.

A small part of me wondered why I was hiding. I sometimes even liked it at Amelie's house and unlike Michael's house which had a fair share of unwanted visitors, almost no-one knew where Amelie lived.

"Where is she?!" I heard Amelie demand.

"I don't know and your not getting her. She hated it at your place."

"You know nothing. You complain about not being able to see Claire, when you yourself didn't request to see her once in all these years."

"Because you didn't let me!" Michael shouted. "You know I tried. I went to your house everyday but your guards wouldn't let me in."

"She was in danger then. She still is now. Tell me where she is now, and I won't punish you severely." I could hear Amelie growing and almost went out to calm her down.

"You will still punish me even if I could tell you where she is, for no reason at all. I don't see how trying to see a friend is a crime."

I heard a thump and low growling. "I have no time for your games. Tell me where she is now."

"I told you I don't know." Michael said. "Do you hear yourself? You sound like a possessive, jealous-"

"Watch what you say, or I will skip the punishments and go straight to killing you." Amelie wasn't serious was she? I didn't want Michael to get hurt or killed not over this.

So without a chance to get any second thoughts, I got the coats off me and opened the pantry. Amelie's crimson eyes snapped to me and she released Michael from her death grip and turned to me. Her eyes went back to grey. "Why were you hiding?"

"Michael, didn't want you to find me I guess." I said. "Look Amelie, I don't want Michael to get hurt and you can't kill him."

"Why not?"

"Because you made him. And he just wants to be able to see me once in a while." I said, glancing at Michael who was rubbing his neck and didn't seem happy about me breaking cover.

"He will see you tomorrow at the funeral. Until Christopher is dead, you're not safe."

"Neither are you. He comes after you more often than me. Just please don't hurt Michael." I pleaded. Amelie sighed and glanced between me and Michael.

"Fine. But my rules stick in place. Until Christopher is gotten rid of, he doesn't see you." Amelie glared at Michael when he tried to say something, so he just glared back. I didn't want another fight breaking out, so I grabbed Amelie's arm.

"Let's go."

Amelie's Point of View

Back at my house, the maid that had caused this mess. I began to walk towards her to maybe strangle her for letting Michael leave, but Claire grabbed my arm.

"It's not her fault. Honestly, Michael wasn't kidnapping me."

I pushed a strand of hair hair behind Claire ear and touched her face. "She has to pay. Christopher could have gotten free and Michael wouldn't have been able to protect you."

"He would have."

"He doesn't know about him. And you live here now, so he did kidnap you." I said and glanced again at the maid. "But fine, I'll leave her alone."

"Thanks. And another thing..." Claire started.

"What is it?"

"Please don't lock me in my room again. I told you, I can help you."

That is a difficult decision to make. Claire is only safe in my house and in her room, where no-one can get her. But I know Claire won't stop. "Fine. But if you get into trouble again, you are staying in your room until this is over."

"Thanks!" Claire hugged me and I returned then she went up to her room.

What do you think? Amelie was really angry about Michael keeping Claire hidden...

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