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It wasn't going to end well, for any of them.

Hedda knew that it would take them a while to get over her, but they would be able to find someone else. But for her, she didn't think there was anyone else. No one wanted a murderer, and she was going to have to come to terms with that.

"We'll sit here for however long you want to," Daddy said. "We aren't going anywhere."

This would be the perfect time for her to relish this moment. It wasn't going to last long, and she knew she would have something to look back on in the hard days ahead of her.

Give her heart break all over again but also remind her of some of the good times. It would hurt, but maybe it was worth it.

Both of them squeezed her hands and gave her a smile. "We're here for you."

"We love you and we'll always be here for you," Papa said.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

HEDDA

Hedda looked at both of them, taking everything in. She was feeling more calm now. Better than she had in a while, with a clear head. Was it the ropes that helped her? Or was it them?

Daddy did an amazing job at the ropes on her arms. It was so pretty but it also felt amazing. There was a slight twinge of vulnerability in the back of her mind, but she tried to push that away. There was no time to feel vulnerable.

Hedda stilled when she realized what she called Oliver.

Daddy.

Shit.

She didn't need to be calling him Daddy or Leo Papa. That was one way to get really attached to them and she didn't need that. But she couldn't help her subconscious when she was stressed to not call them that. They had called themselves that and she just went along with it.

Did they know she called them that in her head? Wasthat what they hoped for? Were they going to continue to call themselves that until she called them Papa and Daddy?

Her eyes went wide and she squeezed their hands.

"Sweets?" Leo asked. "Are you okay?"

But she didn't respond. She had called Oliver Daddy when he was putting the ropes on her arms. How could she have forgotten that? How did she manage to do that?

Hedda didn't remember them reacting to her when she said that. Did they hear it? Or were they just playing it off as they didn't hear her? Were they just ignoring it so she didn't get spooked?

There were so many questions going through her head and she didn't know what to do. How was going to get past this? Her subconscious has already gotten attached to them. it was going to make leaving harder than it should.

Granted, she should have tried to leave so much earlier than this. She should've tried to slip out of a door or try and break several windows.

But she hadn't.

She had decided to stay here in their house.

That was her first mistake of many. If she wanted to leave, she should've fought harder to leave, but she didn't. Was she ever going to leave? Were they going to find out?

So many more questions ran through her head and it started to hurt.

Hedda tugged her hands, trying to get them out of theirs. She didn't want to be close to them right now. She needed to think about everything and figure out what she was going to do next.

"Hedda?" Daddyasked.

She let out a little scream and screwed her eyes shut. She needed to stop calling them Papa and Daddy. Hedda couldn't get attached to them and calling them that was making her.

"Stop," she whispered. "Just stop."

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