"Why are you doing this?" "It's nothing personal, really," said Daria nonchalantly. "We just need a replacement for Angel's baby." "B-but then why couldn't she just get pregnant again?" "Oh my dear, it's not that simple. She's gone away for a while." She put her hand on the back of her neck, before walking dreamily out of the room. Lake and Edmund looked at each other, both with their arms crossed. The panic in my chest rose. "Lake? What is happening? Where is Angel?" Lake looked at me, expressionless. "Angelina is dead. Mum still hasn't come to terms with it, and I don't think she ever will." My eyes widened. "What happened to her? Lake?" He sighed. "Look, this situation hasn't been easy on any of us. My family has been dealing with this for quite some time. The only way for things to get better, for us to make it RIGHT, is to find a replacement for Angelina." His eyes dropped to my pregnant belly. "Make it right? What's that supposed to mean? I can't stay here. My family..." "Will never know." Lake looked at me gravely. "That's all been taken care of, Lavender." I backed away from him, nausea churning my stomach. "Lavie dear, it's okay," said Edmund, in a voice barely louder than a whisper. "You'll be fine here with us. We'll take real good care of you so don't worry." The way he said that gave me chills. I bolted for the door and ran down the hall. I cleared the stairs in a matter of seconds and leapt to the floor, falling over as I landed. I scrambled to my feet, legs like jelly, making my way to the grand double front doors before slamming against them. The doors were locked. My whole body went cold as the realisation of what was happening finally dawned on me.
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