บท 659: History Is Repeating Itself

Arianna woke up to blinding sunlight, barely stirring when the memories hit her and she sat up with a jerk only to be held back by cuffs. 

"Alright this is beginning to get old," She muttered, pulling at the cuff which wouldn't budge. First it was big Joe, then Marcel and now Elijah. Wonderful. 

She turned upon sensing movements. 

"Hey, it's okay…" Natalie told her cautiously when she sensed Arianna already pushing her body into an offensive stance. 

"I'm not going to hurt you." 

"Well, you're not exactly persuasive," Arianna hinted at the cuffs holding her down. 

"I know it's not exactly the best welcome gesture, but it's for your own good else you hurt yourself…." Natalie wiped her face with both of her hands. It was just the both of them in the room now, having told Eric and the others to give them space. This was between her and her daughter and she had to speak to Arianna one on one.