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The council was sitting around the table, Dale at the head of it.
“Come in” he barked. The door opened and Mr. and Mrs. Parker entered the room. They looked down, ashamed. “Do toi know why you’re here?” he demanded angry.
“Yes, sir” Mr. Parker nodded; Mrs. Parker was too choked up to speak.
“I am astounded that something like this could happen” Dale growled.
“You are absolutely right” Mr. Parked agreed, nodding heavy. “Debra should’ve never ran away. Her actions are unforgivable”
Dale quickly walked up to the pair and punched Mr. Parker in the face. “Don’t you...

The moment he’d spoken the words Agnes faltered. She pressed both her hands against her chest as if to stop the air from leaving her lungs.
“Agnes, are toi alright?” Ross asked concerned. Agnes inhaled deeply and nodded. “Shall I inform Dale?” Agnes shook her head heavy. “No. Dale cannot find out. Tell him she escaped, but that someone’s looking for her”
She rotated her head to the cage. “Tell him Simon is looking for her”
As the others walked up the stairs Ross walked to Agnes. “Now that we’re alone toi can speak freely. Is there anything I can do for you?”
“No”...

Ryan had taken Claire accueil with him. With Joe and most of his followers still on the loose, he thought it better to keep her close to him.
“Are toi hungry?” Ryan asked. It was a simple question, but Claire had to let it run through her mind a couple of times, before she could answer.
“I can order something” Ryan added.
After everything that happened that night and the last few weeks, was she capable of getting anything down her throat. She decided that she could.
“Yeah” she nodded finally. “Yeah, I am actually”
“Okay” Ryan took his phone and dialed a number. A few minutes later...

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I claim the characters of Agnes and Ross

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It was one week before Debra’s fourteenth birthday and her parents had been telling her she’d get a very special present.
She was getting ready for dinner, when she felt a pair of eyes lurking at her. She looked up, her brush still in her hand. “Hello, sir” she sighed shy.
Dale frowned. “Please, Deb, call me Dale” he pleaded softly. Deb looked down and Dale walked into the room. “You don’t have to be afraid of me, Deb. Your parents trust me. Why can’t toi do the same?”
Debra kept quiet and continued brushing her hair. Dale...