I am woken up by a strange midget poking my side.

I groan and reluctantly sit up, startling the little boy in front of me.

"You're alive?!" He gasps.

"Well, I thought I was Sang, but that works too," I say seriously before adding, "It's a weird name though. But so is Sang."

This reminds me of someone else I know.

Someone who also has a kinda weird name.

Whatever.

It must not be important.

I look at the boy in front of me who looks to be about four years old, but, then again, I am terrible at guessing ages when it comes to toddlers. He has a short buzz cut and dark blond hair and warm skin and the most beautiful brown eyes that remind me of puppy dog eyes.

"My name is Milgron," He announces.

"Migwin?" I repeat, confused. I am saying it exactly like he is, but it seems even more than kinda weird so I want to double check.

"No! Milgron!" He shouts as if saying it louder will make it easier to understand.

I try repeating it a variety of ways a bunch of times, but the only result is our growing frustration.

"Can you spell it?" I suggest hopefully.

He furrows his brow, concentrating hard and slowly says, "M-M-M..."

I wait patiently.

"I- I don't know how to spell it," He admits bashfully.

I grin at him.

"Don't worry, M. I only know how to spell my name because it is only four letters long."

M grins back at me, relieved.

"So what brings you here? To my cell? Where I am chained up and locked in?" I question him with a raised eyebrow.

He hunched over and looks at me with a huge grin on his face.

"I was spying," He whispers incredibly loud before letting out a giggle.

I giggle at the sound of his and soon we are both full on belly laughing.

I guess Pug was right.

Giggles are contagious.

Wait.

Who is Pug?

And who on Earth names their child Pug?

Maybe he is just another one of my hallucinations that I have been having since I killed Greg.

Speaking of which...

I pinch M's cheek and nod in satisfaction at the feeling as he yelps.

"What was dat for?!" He accuses whinily.

"To make sure you are real and not in my head," I answer simply.

"Oh... Do I get to pinch you too?"

"Of course!" I answer, happy that he understands me. Although, I am not positive whether he said pinch or punch... "You are always welcome to make sure that I am real."

I smile at the pain as he pinches my cheek.

"Good," M says solemnly with a serious nod.

"Now, M. How did you get in this building?" I ask curiously.

"It's Take Your Kid to Work Day."

Take you key to wuk day?

Oh.

Take your kid to work day.

That makes perfect sense.

"So who is your parent?"

M gives me a duh look and replies, "Daddy is my dad."

"What's Daddy's name?" I press.

M looks at me like I have a fourth eye and answers slowly, "Daddy."

I look at him amazed.

"Your daddy's name is Daddy?! Talk about convenient!" I exclaim.

He nods, but I'm not sure if he knows what he is agreeing to.

I hope he grows out of that habit.

It is risky to agree to things you don't know.

"What is your last name, M?"

"Milgron," M answers quickly.

"Migwi—wait, never mind. Wait. You have the same first and last name?!" I gasp.

M gives me another unsure nod.

Wow.

I wish my name was Sang Sang.

Ha!

Like Sang Sang a song!

I giggle and M joins in almost instantly.

I wonder if he can read my mind...

I hope not.

Killing Greg screwed up a bunch of stuff.

I remember strange stuff, like marrying a slushy, running from a bear whose cave I just trashed, driving a racecar, swinging from a chandelier, and even more strangeness.

I can't tell if it is too strange to be real or too strange to be made up.

For some reason, I don't really love Father anymore.

Talking with M has also helped me.

It is nice to to be able to talk to someone who isn't a butt.

"Hey, M, how old are you?"

M raises a hand and holds up four fingers and says, "Three."

"Free? So you are a free four year old?"

Huh.

And they called me strange.

"No!" M exclaims, exasperated. "I three!"

Oh...

Wait.

He held up four fingers and says he is three?

Well, that clears everything up.

"Sang! Get him out!" Sarah yells.

Star adds, "They are coming!"

"M, my guards are comin' to chill. I'll see ya later, okay?" I tell him with a lazy grin.

M beams and leaves the room as fast as his chubby little legs can carry him.

Which isn't very fast.

I relax and as soon as I am comfortable, my guards choose that exact moment to barge in and demand I get up.

"Relax, y'all," I order with a yawn. "You act like ya haven't been taking me to this place every week."

And every week is torture.

I pretend to be okay, because I wish I was.

I hate it here.

I hate that I have killed.

I hate that I no longer love Father.

I hate that I can't trust my own brain and memory.

I hate that I have felt so much pain that I have grown to love it.

I hate that I am insane.

Just kidding.

I love being insane.

My madness is my freedom.

Think of what it would be like to live without a care in the world.

Without anything stopping you from having fun.

Without anyone telling you the "right" way to have fun.

It is freeing.

And I love it.

Every single second of it.

***

Nathan's POV

"Everybody!" I bellowed at the top of my lungs.

I waited until they were all gathered before ordering, "Everybody gear up! We are going after her today! And don't tell me we aren't. We are finding her today."

I can't even say her name without feeling pain and shame and guilt.

It is all my fault.

If I had taken the situation more seriously, we could have gone after her sooner instead of searching for evidence.

I definitely took it serious after finding the needle.

Now is my chance to fix everything.

***

Sang's POV

I hop off the totally cool motorcycle and see the mansion.

Ah, yes.

I remember this mansion.

It was in the bits and pieces of my shattered memories.

Why would Father send me to kill people I know?

I throw off my helmet and race inside, not even caring to sneak inside.

I am filled with the overwhelming urge to be there.

Like I need to be there.

Like there is something important inside.

Like the key to my problems is there

Like my memories are there.

I fling open the door and am hit by an onslaught of memories.

Fourteen eyes are gawking at me.

And I know who they belong to.

I throw myself at the closest one, Paprika.

I jump and he holds me as I hang off of him like a koala.

"Sang?!"

"Is it really you?!"

"Why do you have a sword?!"

"How did you get here?!"

"Where were you?!"

Their shouted questions continue until my laughter drowns their shouts out.

I can't believe how glad I am to be back.

I didn't really miss them because I didn't remember, but now that I have them, I ache for the time that I missed out on being with them. While I was wracking my brain trying to remember, I missed the presence of my family.

Here I am.

With my family at last.

Turning serious, I say, "Listen! Father kidnapped me and drugged me with a weird drug that Sarah says they call JH-14. I was supposed to kill you guys, but I remembered you just in time. I missed you all."

Owen looks at me.

"Sang, I am going to call the Academy. Dr.Roberts will make sure that they pay for what they did. You will be free of your Father for now and forever."

I take a deep breath and announce the words that I have been holding on for far too long.

"I love you all."

Luke, who is right next to me takes me from Paprika and exclaims, "Finally! Sang we have been in love with you for a long time. All of us."

My jaw drops and I look at each and every one of them who look like they are going to agree, but I don't give them the chance. I can see their agreement and honesty on their faces.

I laugh with relief.

I can't believe it.

I can't believe my boys love me too.

I can't believe it only took me being kidnapped and tortured for almost six months for us to confess our feelings.

Luke leans in, looking at me like he is asking permission.

For what, I don't know.

He gets even closer and I realize,

He is about to kiss me!

I slam my hand on his mouth horrified.

Shock and hurt paint on his face, but I am too shocked to pay much attention.

"We can't do that until we're all married!" I cry out.

Luke leans in and removed his hand.

With a whisper that sends shivers down my back, he says,

"Deal."