History
Sophia’s POV
“Next stop Blue Haven, South Carolina.” The Greyhound bus driver says as he is pulling up to a very small bus depot.
I stand and grab my things. Happy this is the last stop and that there is only 6 people on the bus now. That includes my 6-week-old twins. I allowed everyone off first, so it is easier to get me and my girls off the bus. Once I was able to get us off the bus with all our stuff, I notice that one of the other passengers had unloaded our luggage from the undercarriage of the bus. Thanking her as I get the girls stroller unfolded so I can place the car seats in the holders. She explains that it wasn’t an issue, and she hope someone would help her if she was in my shoes. We chat for a little longer until her ride comes. She told me her name was Grace, and she was just returning home from college. She is the youngest of 13. She has two brothers (their twins and the oldest of them). And she has ten sisters (there are three sets of twins) and then there is her and her four older sisters all single births.
I told her about me being a college grad also. And about how I come to be in Blue Haven. I explained that I was supposed to be on my honeymoon, but my ex-fiancé decided that going to prison was better than getting married. I did not go into too many details. Mainly because the F.B.I. & the local police from home suggested that I don’t for the safety of my girls and myself. She asked me about our living arrangements, and I explain that I had some resources to call and that I would be ok. As we were sitting there a very nice 2024 lexis pulls up. Which turns out is her ride. A very handsome guy gets out the car. He hugs Grace and start to grab her stuff. He begins talking to her about her family and how everyone missed her. As he is talking, he happens to notice me and the girls.
“Hi, how are you? I am sorry are you a friend of Grace.” Turning to Grace before I can say anything. “You didn’t tell anyone you were bring someone with you.” He says with a look I am not sure what to make of.
Grace jumps in explaining that we just meet and that I just move down here for a new start. Suddenly, his demeanor changed. He starts to apologize, but I stop him with a curt nod and a wave of my hands. Stating that its ok and no hard feels. He then explains that he was running late and that they had expected me until tomorrow. I guess I had a look of confusion on my face he then explains that him and his wife runs the women’s shelter that I was to be staying in. As realization dawns on me I explain that I was told that someone was supposed to have call him to inform them I had to come early because of the job I was offered. He pulled his phone out to make a call. He turns around speaking into the phone in low hushed tones. We he gets off the phone he turns around with a sheepish smile on his face. Placing his phone back in his pocket he starts to explain.
“I am so sorry about the mix up. My name is Justin Blackfire. You already know my niece Grace here. But it seems my daughter forgot to tell me this morning about the call. But we are fine, her and my wife were able to get you one of the shelter cottages. They are much nicer than the shelter is. And they are more for people who are looking for something more long term. You are your babies will be a lot more comfortable. And since you are a little early it’s the least, we can do for you under the circumstances.” He says that he looks at our stuff trying to see if he can fit all of us in the car.
He moves things around as Grace helps me get the girls into the car. Once we have them settle and Mr. Blackfire was done, we all leave the bus depot. As we are driving Grace is talking to her uncle about all the great things she did in school. I, on the other hand was thinking about what brought me here.
Flashback: 10 MONTHS BACK
Boom, boom, boom. That is the sound I hear as I am suddenly awaken out my sleep. Boom, boom, boom, boom. There it goes again. What is that noise? Is the thought in my head as I try to get my bearings together and searching for my robe so I can figure out what’s going on. After getting my robe I head out front to stop whoever is making that noise. Walking out I realize its someone banging at my door. I look around and realize Chase isn’t home again. And I started to wonder is this really a marriage I want to be in. Chase asked me to marry him 3 months ago at our college graduation. I said yes because I do love him. But in the last three months he has started to change, and I am not sure if it is for the best.
It’s like today for instance. He came home all excited and wound up. He wanted to have sex. But I was busy with my job search and cooking, so I asked him to wait. This set him off. I have never seen him this upset over sex before. He started screaming at me saying that as his wife I could not deny him any form of intimacy. Now in the last 3 months he has been very verbally abusive. He hadn’t become physical until today. Today he went for screaming at me and calling me out of my name to attacking me and forcefully having sex with me. All the while screaming at me that I made him do this. Once he was done using my body as a sex doll for, I don’t know how long he, he physically attacked me some more leaving me with a black eye a fracture in my arm and several bruised ribs. I know what you may be thinking that I shouldn’t even be questioning if I should go. But hell, I don’t have no where to go, no family and he made sure I don’t have any friend. And to think that if this is what he does to me when he loves me, can you imagine what he will do to me if I make him really mad.
I get to the door calling out who is it. I hear what sound like someone saying NYPD. I pause and ask again trying to make sure I heard correctly. The response was the same. I open the door to see squads of police cars in front of my house.
“How can I help you officers? Is there a problem.” I asked.
“Yes, is this the home of Chase Danforth?” one officer asked.
“It is but he isn’t home at the moment.” I answered. “Can you tell me what’s this about? Maybe I can help.”
The first officer looked me over. Taking in my appearance and realizing I am a victim. He asks me am I ok and who did this to me. I explain what happen earlier in the day with Chase. And how he threatens my life if I talk to anyone. They then seem to calm down and the head cop asked most of the other cops to continue to search the streets for him. He asked if three of his officers could search the house. Which I gave my written and verbal consent to do. After which he helps me sit down while call the emergency line to get someone over to check me out. He then explains that Chase was want in questioning in the rape and murder of 5 women and the attempted rape and murder of a sixth woman just tonight. This had been going on for the last 3 months. I can’t believe this Chase has always been a little too much, but this was beyond my understanding. But then again, he has never really abused me before either.
After talking to Sgt. Tucker and Det. Wong. I now know that Chase isn’t whom he said he is and nor is his family. His father is a high-ranking gangster, and his biological mother is not the Suzy home make he introduces me to but a high price call girl. His brother is all in prison for some kind of crime and his sister is in the crazy house and been there since she was 17 when she was diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, and D.I.D which is short for dissociative identity disorder. By the time they finish telling me about who my fiancé really is my head is spinning. An emergency services have finally arrived. So, I am checked over and taken to the hospital to have a rape kit done on me. Once that is done an officer takes my statement. While I was in the hospital taking with the police and doctors more people begin showing up.
There was two F.B.I agents and Chase’s parents. When the police are done, they allow the agents to come in while the have two other officer guard my door. The Feds come in and starts to explain that Chase has been caught. He has also been linked to not only the six crimes here, but 14 more over the last 5 years. And because most if not all of them were committed over state lines this is now federal. They then explain that because of the nature of the murder they feel that I was not only the target but also his trigger. Upon saying this Chase’s father storms in my room with Chase’s mom (who I now know is his stepmother) and two other men. The polices and the feds try to get them to leave. But Chase’s father states they are not here to hinder justice but to help.
He says that he was only there to provide me with legal representation and to be with me. His wife said that just like her other son they do not condone what he has done. After another 2 or 3 hours I am finally allowed to go home. Over the next few months, I find out I am pregnant, that Chase was a very violent serial killer and it's all because of me. Yeah, you heard right, me.
Apparently, when I was in college my first year Chase was also there but looked a lot different. And we crossed paths the first year and I didn’t give him any play. The fun part is it wasn’t actually me. See, I was a twin. Me and my identical twin sister were adopted as babies. And during our first year we went on vacation with our parents. On that trip they all went out on a boat ride. I couldn’t go because feeling so well. And luck for me, but unlucky for them the boat was attacked by modern day pirates. Everyone was killed. So, in reality my twin sister is the cause of his rage. But I became the objection of his rage an obsession.
So, yeah if life can’t get any worst Chase’s family are now under investigation for numerus thing starting a drug and sex trafficking. But also racketeering. His father tried to get me into their business. He wanted me to take over Chase’s portion of the business. And apparently, he oversaw the girls in their sex world. He told me that since I was carrying the last heir to their family it was his duty to care for us. And it was my duty to step up to help the family maintain the status quo. I refused and was promptly thrown out. And was told I should never come back around or there would be consequences. Chase’s stepmother was trying to steal my babies. But because of their ongoing investigation she didn’t have a leg to stand on. And their money couldn’t buy them this one. Oh, yeah, I did say I was pregnant right. Well, it seems being a twin gives you a higher chance on having twin. And I am due soon.
Today is Chase’s sentencing. I am going not because I want to support him but because I want to see the face of the man who killed my family. I am sorry I forgot to talk able that during his trail it came out he had always known the difference between my twin and myself. And that this whole thing was a plan. HE killed my sister and parent not because one of us rejected him but because my father was a competitor with his fathers’ business. The plan was to kill all of us make it look like something it wasn’t and just go on with life. But when I showed back up to school his father forced him to date me so he could get control of my inheritance. So even after he was caught his father only showed up because of something I didn’t even care about money. So, yeah, I am here to see the man who invaded my life get what he deserves. That’s how I ended up here in Blue Haven, South Carolina. Not in some kind of witness protection but a new start.
End of Flashback: present time
“Hey, you ok back there?” Grace asks as we are pulling up to what looks like a campground not a shelter for the homeless.
“I am sorry I was just thinking about what lead me here is all.” I say as I open my door to get out.
We all get out of the car leaving the girl in while Mr. Blackfire goes to get his wife or whatever staff he needs. Grace writes down her number and gave it to me so we can stay in contact. I start pulling my thing from the car and setting out of the way until I know where I am going. About 5 or 10 minutes later Mr. Blackfire comes back with a woman. I stand there, really taking a look around me. And I realize that everyone is beautiful. The men are all tall, well build, and very handsome. All of them look like they are straight off a runway or magazine cover. And the woman are no better tall, shape like super models and all dress this no one has less than a 6 figured income.
“Ah, Ms. St James this is my wife Lulu she has already processed your paperwork and got you room together.” Blackfire says as he instructed a few men to grab my things. I get the girls into their stroller and follow Mrs. Blackfire to my new area.
“So, I am so sorry that we must put you a little further away but when my daughter told me you had to come early, I had to make some move and move people around until tomorrow. But when I seen the place, I thought I may be better than being inside the facility.” She says walking towards a trail.
“It’s all good I just thank you for taking us in. Not too many places wanted to help after hearing my story.” I respond.
“I think that is the part I don’t understand most shelters are here for women and children mainly when they come your type of situation.” Mrs. Blackfire says giving me a small smile in return.
I nod and agree as we continue to walk down the path. After about 10 minute we come to a clearing where a small cabin sits. There is a nice size porch on the front. When we enter there is a total of 6 rooms. There are 3 bedrooms, one with its own ensuite. The other two share a bathroom with each other (jack and jill style). The living room, dining room, and kitchen are one big open space. In the backyard is a patio. The whole place and fully furnished. The two young men bring my things end and leaves. The older of the to tells me they will be back with some food and personal care for the babies and myself. Mrs. Blackfire then explain the rules and everything. She then gave me the key leaving me telling me that she lifted all the information packets I need on the table. I stand there just taking in my new surroundings before getting the girl feed and change before the young boy’s cone back.
