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went to rummage through the big trash bag that had come with it. It was filled with tons of fabric, large and small scraps that Ian’s mom had given to him. Perfect. It was just what I needed. Grabbing the blanket and a pair of scissors, I got to work.
    The phone rang a couple times but I ignored it as I sewed. People called the house phone but I never answered. I really had to wonder why Ian kept it up, as he used his cell phone most of the time. As far as I could tell nobody knew I was here. I never went outside because I couldn’t yet go down stairs (believe me, I had tried). In time I had come to live with it. The longer I kept out of sight of the cult, the better. Ian didn’t object to me never leaving the apartment. Sometimes I wondered if this man was one of those crazy serial killers who only saved young girls to kill or take advantage of them later. But Ian never made a move, or showed any telltale signs. He was as friendly as possible, and it astounded me. I still didn’t trust him, but that really came down to the fact that I didn’t trust anyone, thanks to Annabelle. As I thought about her, I couldn’t believe that creatures like Ian could still walk the earth with her about. How could anyone be so…so… nice?
    It felt great to be useful, out from under the stern watch of Ian who would have complained until I began resting all day, if he was here. I worked until a little past eleven, in which I had finished everything in the kitchen, living room, and closet. Even the curtains almost looked brand new. Proud of my handiwork I got a small sandwich and then started on my newest escapade…his room.
    I had never been inside of the small bedroom and I figured I wasn’t supposed to be in there. Rules had never stopped me however, so I journeyed inside.
    At least it was clean. There wasn’t much inside, save for a double bed and a white dresser. A lot of the things in here needed worse patching up than the living room.  I started with the curtains and comforter, and once I was done with that moved onto his clothes. I felt terrible going through his drawers, but forced myself to buck up. I wasn’t supposed to care about what I did. I was going to hell no matter what happened. I needed to grow a pair. Grabbing everything that needed fixing I carried it back into the kitchen and got to work.
    It was nearing four when I had folded everything up and returned it to its proper place and I was exhausted, but I wouldn’t break my nonexistent promise. I had told myself I would make dinner for him too. It didn’t have to be a four course meal. I quickly whipped up a casserole and then placed it in the oven to bake, looking around the room.
    Dinner was made, almost everything was fixed, and I was really tired. The only thing left to be patched up was a pillow with a bit of stuffing coming out of it. I could nip that up in a jiffy. I went back into his room to get it, and my legs ached with the effort. Was I still so weak a bit of housework had my body like jelly? I looked at his bed and swayed on the spot. He wouldn’t mind if I laid down for a bit, just rested? As long as I was out of his bedroom by the time he got home, he wouldn’t even notice…
    I crawled on the bed and rested my head on the flat pillows. He had given me the nicer one, and the better blanket for the couch as well. He was such a sweetheart. I smiled.
    The smell that was coming off the pillows was very comforting. It was a soft mix of pine, a musky scent of spice and woodland that flooded my nostrils and somehow filled me right up. I didn’t know if it was what Ian smelled like or if it was a spray or a scented candle or something, but I liked it a lot.
    I didn’t realize that I’d fallen asleep until I heard the bedroom door open. I jerked awake, ripped pillow in hand, to see Ian standing outside the door.
    “Ian…” I said, the second word spoken since my arrival. I sat up, shaking sleep from my eyes, “I’m so sorry…”
    He was beaming.