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Trinity curled up on her bunk, teeth clenching together until her jaw ached. It did little to relieve the stress. It was a violent type of angry, but she swallowed it. She would rather slam her fists against the metal door, tear the thin mattress to shreds or scream until her throat was raw, but it wouldn't get her out of here any sooner.
They had locked her in her room. Through her door she could hear them walking around, murmuring. Her hands tightened into fists.
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* 20 Years Ago - 1979 - Age 17 *
"Thomas!" the brown-eyed dark-haired mother yelled, "Thomas! Your breakfast is ready!"
Scraping the pans with her dull spatula, Michelle Anderson scooped the greasy bacon and sunny-side-up eggs from the pans, and tossed them onto the plastic lime-green plate. Flinging her towel onto the kitchen counter, she yelled even louder. "Thomas!"
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