I’ve already reset the security and call it extreme, but I am the only one who can now ess the prison
and security. Without my permission, no one leaves.
A move that I know will only put me at further risk, but I can’t trust anyone anymore
I can still trust my friends…
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But can I?
I hate that I’m beginning to doubt everyone, but I can’t help it.
I go over to my awaiting car and open the driver’s seat.
“Please get out,” I say.
“Ma’am, is everything ok?”
“Yes,” I say. “I’m taking the car, and you will not tell anyone.”
Once again, the alphamand rolls off my tongue with ease.
“Yes, Alpha.” He bows his head and I get in, cing my bag down on the passenger
seat and starting the car. I zoom off.
I need to get to Mom’s old house, but I need to make sure no one follows. If Zade was
in the house that day, there was a high chance he heard what Mom said… maybe,
maybe not….
I drive away from pack grounds and when I reach one of the narrow roads I park my
car, and quickly pull on a ck coat and a blond wig. I step out of the car, continuing
the rest of the way on foot.
I’m carrying arge tote bag which holds a gun and a few other supplies.
Under the stairs…
I reach Mom’s home, remembering after the rejection how I came here, and she
supported me..
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I messed up.
With a heavy heart, I look at the windows. The curtains still hang in the windows
and a part of me feels that perhaps I could walk up to that door and knock…
And maybe, maybe she’ll open it and hug me, telling me it’ll be ok…
I was angry at you Mom… but I didn’t want you to leave…
Brushing away a tear, I remain in the shadows. The neighbours around here have
always been nosy….
I make my way around the back of the house, keeping hidden as I inch closer to the
house.
Once I cross the patio, I know the neighbours can’t see me and I quickly get to work
on the back door. I manage to break the lock quickly and slip inside, shutting the
door quietly behind me.
The sound echoes in the silence despite how quietly I shut it and I look around the
dark kitchen. The dust particles that were disturbed by my entry waft through the
air and I nce around the kitchen.
It looks the same, just Mom’s homely touch is missing.
She’s gone.
She’ll never make me another meal… never give me another hug… despite her ws, she was a good
mother… I just wish I realised that sooner.
How many people live with grudges and only when that person is gone do we
realise it’s toote…
Toote to say I love you one final time… toote to hold them for another moment…
The pain of losing her hits me like a freight train and I drop into one of her chairs, resting my elbows on
the table. I take a moment to reminisce on the time we’ve
spent together.
It’s peaceful….
After several minutes, I stand up with a heavy heart, shouldering my bag and leave
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the kitchen, walking over to the closet under the stairs.
Pulling back the lock, I pull open the door. It creaks loudly, and I nce around the hall before I step
into the closet.
Taking my gun out, I cock the trigger, cing it down gently beside me.
No, I don’t think anyone is here, but you can never be too careful…
There are a few boxes and an old raincoat in here. I move the stuff aside. From the
She did say at the back… none seem to be loose, and I reach into my bag, taking out
one of the screwdrivers I had brought with me and begin prying it loose.
Once I get the first one up, I manage to loosen two more, much easier. Taking out my
phone, I shine the light underneath.
Where is it?
I scrabble around, feeling under the floorboards as I begin ripping more up. I cough,
trying not to inhale too much dust.
I’ve taken apart all the floorboards under the stairs but…
Did I misunderstand her?
I feel and check every corner and niche.
My heart sinks as I realise there’s nothing here.
A dead end…
Once again, another failure.
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