Nyssa's POV:
I was sitting in my room when I hear a knock on my door. My door opens and its my step-father. "Come with me."

I slowly get out of my bed and walk with him to his office. Its been a week since he killed Michael. I could have killed him and living on my own. My mother gave everything to me and Michael in her will. No wonder he wanted me and Michael out of the picture.

I walk into his office and I see a man standing by his desk, his hands behind his back. He was black business clothes and a white shirt. I eye him a bit and he smiles gently at me. "Is this is a doctor, I'm not crazy," I glare at my step-father.

"I am not a doctor, my name is Alexander Gaskarth. But please call me Mr. Gaskarth." I eye him and step back from him. "Then who are you." "I am a investigator. I am here to help you to find who killed your younger brother." "Thats easy. My step-father did." He shakes his head, "there is no DNA from your step-father on the weapon. But your's is."

I think back to that night. My uncle was wearing gloves. Fuck.

My DNA was on the gun.

He gently smiles at me again and leans down, sticking his hand out for me to shake. He had a rose tattoo on his hand. "I am not here to arrest you. I am here to clear your name and to find the real killer. But you will have to come with me." "But my step-father was the one who killed my brother." "There is no proof though." "Did you see him shoot your brother?" "No but-" "Then you do not have full proof that he killed your brother."

I stare at my step-father, he was grinning at me. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't move. He planned this.

"Nyssa?," I hear Alex speak. I look up at him, I felt like I was going to be sick. He smiles at me, "I am only here to help you. Will you please go pack your things and meet me downstairs in the foyer?" "Do I have a choice?" "Yes, but your other choice is by going to jail."

I think it through. I am going with this stranger named Alexander Gaskarth.

I go to my room and pack my things. I felt numb and that I wasn't breathing. But I knew I was. My step-father planned all of this. He knes I would grab the gun. So thats why he wore gloves. So that my DNA would be on the gun.

I grab my suitcase and grab the picture of me, Michael, and my mother and stuff it into my stuff. I walk down the hall, down the spiral staircase, and into the foyer. Mr. Gaskarth was waiting for me with my step-father. He smiles at me, "let me get that for you." He grabs my suitcase from me and I walk out with him to his car that was parked in front of our mansion.

I take one last look up at where I grew up. My childhood and teen years are here. Now its all gone.

He puts my suitcase in the trunk and opens the back door for me. I get in and he closes the door. He gets in the drivers seat, starts the car, and drives off.

"Just relax and take a nap, it'll be a while."
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"Nyssa, Nyssa it is time to wake up. We reached our destination." I slowly open my eyes and look out my window. We were parked in front of a large gray building that had no windows. "Where are we?"

He gets out and opens my door. I get out and look around. There was a giant gate at the front, and it looked like it stretched around the building.

"We are where I work." "And what is that? I thought you were a investigator." He smiles at me and the large doors open. Two large men walk out and grab me, I stare up at Mr. Gaskarth in fear.

He grins and leans down to me, inches away from my face. "My dear girl. We are at Sweet Remedy. Where we please our guests with our remedies and special offers." "What do you mean by-by sweet remedy."

He goes to my ear and I close my eyes, "welcome to your new home, our little virgin."