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Jimmy's POV:

Emily let out a deep breath and collapsed on the couch. She had brought breakfast to the shed early this morning, but when she say that Tommy was still asleep, she told me to come inside. Steve was leaning back in his recliner and Emily had her feet up on the coffee table. She had dumped our dishes in the sink, but she had never bothered to wash them. Adam sat on the arm of the couch next to Emily.

"Have you had any visitors since we got here?" I asked Steve.

"Don't worry," Steve said as he stretched his arms up over his head. "Like I said, nobody ever comes out here."

Perfect.

I needed to wait until tonight to kill them. I wanted to be able to take them by surprise. Steve and Adam would have to go first. Emily wasn't much of a threat, she was so small that I could easily overpower her.

"Is it all true?" Emily asked me.

"What?" I asked.

"The basement. It's all over the news."

She told me last night that they were interviewing Julie. I knew she wouldn't say anything, but I could feel the worry eating away at me.

"Can you put it on?" I asked.

Steve fished for the remote in the corner of the recliner. Once he found it, he flipped through the channels until there were reporters on the screen. A woman and a man sat behind a large desk. A photo of our home sat in between them. Dad would be so upset if he saw this happening.

"Carrie is being released from St-Agatha's on Monday morning," the woman said.

"Juliet has only recovered enough to ask a few questions from the police," the man continued. "They believe she is suffering from something known as Stockholm Syndrome. The trauma from that house has made it difficult for her to see things rationally."

Julie is fine. They were just filling her head with lies and she knew better than to believe them.

"A recording of her interview was released a few hours ago," she said.

The scene changed so that it was just a blue screen. It was silent for a second before a girl started sobbing heavily. I knew in an instant that it was Julie. I couldn't believe that those monsters would record her crying and then play it for everybody to hear.

"Please," Julie sobbed and pleaded. "You don't understand nobody understands."

Hearing her crying made my stomach churn. I wanted to reach into the screen and pull her into my arms. I wanted to hold her, stroke her hair, and make her feel safe.

I needed to get her.

I couldn't go to St-Agatha though. I couldn't leave this house. They would get one look of my face and arrest me right away. They know about my scar, and there was no way of hiding it. Nobody knows exactly what Tommy looks like, but I'm never going to let him near Julie again.

"What don't I understand?" a man asked her.

"They're not monsters," she cried.

"Juliet, you told me they killed people. How are they not monsters?"

I balled up my fists. I wanted to get up and walk back to the shed, but I needed to listen to this. I needed to know what Julie was telling the cops.

There was a few more seconds of crying before the screen switched back to the reporters. I gritted my teeth together. They were torturing Julie in that hospital. I needed to get her out somehow.

"How close is St-Agatha from here?" I asked.

"I already told you," Steve said. "It's not safe to go there. You'll be shoved in cuffs in seconds. They'll give you the death penalty for sure."

"I just want to know how far away it is," I said.

"About an hour south," Emily told me.

Steve shot her a lot and she sank into the couch. She flipped a piece of her coloured hair over her face and twisted it around her finger.

"I'll go check on Tommy," I said getting up. "He's probably awake."

"There's a plate for him on the table," Emily said. Her eyes were still fixed on her hair.

"Thanks," I said walking into the kitchen.

I grabbed the plate off of the counter and headed out of the back door. The greasy bacon and the eggs threatened to spill over the edge, but I managed to keep it all on the plate. When I opened up the door, Tommy was sitting up on his bed and was unraveling the gauze from around his leg. He looked up at me when I opened up the door.

"Hungry?" I asked.

"Starving," he replied.

"Emily made you this."

I put the plate down next to Tommy on his bed. He looked over at the food and wrinkled his nose.

"I'm never going to get used to that stuff," he said. "I can't wait until we get our own place again."

I sat down on the edge of bed. The blankets were still in a tangled mess. I didn't bother making the bed at all.

"I don't even know where we're going to go," I said.

"We can just stay here," he said. "Kill Steve's brother when he comes to visit."

"It's too risky. Everything feels like it'll be too risky."

"What are we even going to do about our girls?"

"What?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"We're going to need new girls," Tommy said before shoving a handful of eggs into his mouth. I must have forgotten to get him a fork. "I know you'll want Jules and Hunter, but that'll never happen. So do we go out and get two new girls?"

"It doesn't work like that," I said. "We each get one girl and that's all we get. That's why we have to protect her. What if Dad just got a different girl after Mom died?"

"Jim, I don't know if you realize this, but we're not in a normal situation. I think traditions can be bent a little."

"Well too bad," I said lying down on my bed. "If you want a girl you have to go find Carrie."

"I don't want Carrie," Tommy said with another mouthful of food.

"I know. You want Julie."

For once, Tommy kept his mouth shut. I waited for a minute in the silence before I turned my head so that I could see him. He finished his food before sliding his plate across the floor.

"It wasn't fair," he said. "You got a girl like Julie and I was stuck with Carrie."

"If you were nicer to Carrie she would have been more like Julie," I said.

"I was just as nice to Carrie as you were to Julie."

"Yeah, right," I said. I couldn't stop a faint chuckle from growing behind my voice. It had been so long since Tommy and I had talked about girls together that it felt foreign. "Carrie was petrified of you. Julie trusted me."

"Don't act like a saint," Tommy said. "You hurt Julie too."

"Only when I had to."

I took in a deep breath. If I could turn back time, I wouldn't have done it. Her arms were not only scarred by her tattoo, but also by the punishments I had given her. I had only done it during that drought of no meat because she ate the last bit of it. I was just hungry and upset and I took it out on her. She was pregnant too. My chest tightened and I tried to stop thinking about it.

I needed to protect her. I needed to get her out of that hospital, but I don't know how. The first thing I would need is money. I wouldn't be able to see what Steve has until he was gone. I'd have to wait until I killed them.

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I had brought in Tommy's plate in later that day. I grabbed a deck of cards off of their cluttered table and brought it back to the shed with me. I sat on the end of the bed and we played for the rest of the day. Emily brought us out a couple of sandwiches for dinner and then left right after.

Between games, I would open up the door a crack and look at the house. I could see the television screen light up the living room. I had to check a couple dozen times before the house sat in silence.

"I'm going to go now," I told Tommy.

He nodded his head and began shuffling the cards in his hand. I slipped out into the yard and creeped over to the truck. I opened the back door and slid the gun off of the floor.