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Okay let me tell you something and please don't just meh it because it just might save you from some work.

Planning on surprising people who don't know about your existence can be bothersome to them and especially when you are their grandchild.

But guess what it's also still bothersome if you meet them suddenly and they already knew about your existence. My grandparents did too, knew of my existence through cops and Mrs Baxter still fainted...I am gonna just let that one pass because she is old.

So right now we, I mean me and my grandfather, Mr Baxter are inside the living room sprinkling water on Mrs Baxter's flushed face to wake her up.

As she tries to gain consciousness, Mr Baxter stops sprinkling any more water and stands up and walks out of the living room leaving me alone.

I don't know but that isn't the best strategy that he took there considering she just fainted because of me.

"Fiona..." I look towards a now fully awake Mrs Baxter and see her eyes springing up with tears.

And all I could think of was I am really bad with people who cry.
And my situation isn't exactly advantageous to this scenario either. I felt emotionless as if I lost every emotion just behind in my hometown.

"Hi...Mrs Baxter, " she starts full-on sobbing on hearing me speak and Mr Baxter enters the room with a heated cloth bag, presumably to apply on Mrs Baxter back, which got hurt whilst the fall. I tried to save her but it was too late by them, she fainted and hit her back on the ground, thankfully not her head because Mr Baxter caught her.

"I am sorry, Mr Baxter, I...I will come back, uh, later." I say awkwardly and stood up while trying to help Mrs Baxter apply the bag in the process.

"I think it's better you come back some other time, right now please leave." These were his first words directed to me and I was surprised, nit shocked only surprised because what did I ever believe that my grandma will just hug me almost instantly when her daughter practically betrayed her? I lowered my head and slightly nodded.

"And Alexane? Please try and find Fiona, she rather loves playing disappearing acts." I stood there watching the pompous man support his wife while his strict tone had a sheer hurt underlying. I-I want to hate her, she has ruined everyone's life and now she is charged for murder. And I don't know I feel like screaming, my mind swirling with thoughts I don't want to fill me up. Why? Because I still believe that she is innocent.

Am I messed up?

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It isn't unfamiliar to him anymore, this smell of antiseptics and bleach wafting of blood and patients body odour. Even the smell of the food tray's greasy material is something he could distinctly detect now from the ostentatious whiff.

The carts carried by ward boys and the vomit bags that the nurses carry are something he salutes them for. Their sheer perseverance is also astounding to him because it isn't something someone willingly does but also he knows his this thought is just to distract him from the negative thoughts and memories that are spewing in his mind.

Then he walks to the end of the hall of the first floor to reach an utterly familiar room.

118.

"Ah, here comes the, " he sees the source of the voice, a frail thin body of his father lying on the hospital bed. His pallor face, happy to see him enter.

"Hey, Dad" He smiles when internally it pains him to see him like this. This way struggling in a terminal disease.

Never in his life had he imagined that one day his father will have cancer but now that he does, he couldn't stop to beg to go back to the time he was healthy and smiling carefreely.

But then again when did his father was ever carefree?

"You know, Cly, you should visit this old dying soul more often." His father chuckles while Arlo shakes his head. He has gotten used to his father joking about dying and seeing his condition, Arlo doesn't want to stop him from saying anything he wishes even though first few thousand times he did try.

"So, How are you?" He asks his father and he just manages a small smile but only at first, then he coughs a little bit and sits up straight as if to talk.

"Really good, courtesy to your friends." Arlo's jaw clenches on the constant reminder that how his father's life is dependent on the gang. Unfortunately, he doesn't have enough money to pay for his father's hospital expenditure.

"Clyde, I know you are doing this for me, to save me but have you ever thought how many lives you are destroying in the process? I am an old man an-

Arlo raises his hand to stop his father from speaking even though he had pledged to himself he won't stop him from speaking but this thing he is saying is not acceptable to him. He could do anything just to see his father alive and healthy.

"Old man, just leave it, I am gonna get your food tray out of the room before it starts stinking. " he picked jo the tray in an excuse to leave the room for a while and it worked because when he came back his father was beginning to pat his pillow to almost sleep.

So he decides to not stay anymore as the visiting hours are till eleven and it's already ten-thirty.

"Clyde?" He turns around to see his father holding a piece of paper in his hand. He rushed to his side to grab the paper.

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You seem too invested in the
target and that's making me too
invested in your old man.

I don't like tardiness, Clyde.


Did I just threaten you? Oh man, no I was just trying to state the facts, don't take it otherwise, I mean how could I ever harm you right? You are like a younger
brother to me.

|Tick tock...goes the clock
|Strike at thirty to four
|Your time seems to end.
|Maybe it's better than to pour.


P.S. I love riddles that I make
myself.

|Yours Lovingly,
|Ridley.

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"So...I read that, okay? And it's not something I can't understand, I have seen the gang wars, Clyde, they are ruthless and I know you are doing this for me, but please you shouldn't do it if you want to do it this way, please at least let me die in peace..." He says before slowly drifting off to sleep while Arlo stood watching him. His brain numb to anything his father just said because he can't let him die not on any cost.

And if the cost is her, so be it.

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Soon after, Mr Baxter said the words I left the place heartbroken. I mean I did say that I wasn't shocked but somewhere deep down I wished they might just hug me before throwing me out.

The part I am dreading the most right now is going home.

Is it even home anymore? I have heard that family members make a house a home but my house would be cold and empty just like my heart.

I twisted the key in the lock and closed the door behind me as I enter the house. As I expected it is cold, dark and void. Even the fridge is getting empty eventually as my earnings are not enough.

Hoping to find something up in my secret stash I ran to my room as my stomach growled in hunger.

As soon as I reach the room's door I hear some strange sounds from inside and all the blood drained from my face and a pit settled in my stomach.

I ran downstairs to grab a frying pan from the kitchen. I hope that there is nothing but a mouse. A mouse is anyway better than a burglar, or rapist...oh my God!

I slowly tiptoed towards my room and open the door with a soft creak.

Sweat dotted my forehead and my hands shook with the pan as I slowly paced forward. On finding nothing while directly entering I sighed in relief.

As I moved forward to open the lights a silhouette of a man with a lean body and a-a what seemed like a bottle became visible.

I gulped and almost cried, "W-Who's there? I'll call the cops, I...I am telling you." The person lurched forward towards me and knocked the pan away from my hands and pulled my back against his. His body heat seeped in my through my thin cardigan and I felt myself shiver. That is when I realised he smelt of alcohol, definitely a rapist. I almost started screaming but he covered my mouth to prevent me from doing it.

My muffled screams filled the silence of the room but all I could hear was the soft and rhythmic breathing that he let out.

God if I die today-

"God, stop, It's me, it's Arlo, shush." His hands leave my mouth and I took a deep breath. I almost screamed, ran and died and he dares to tell me to shush and why would-

wait, what Arlo?

As in Arlo knight?

The one at the school?

"Yes, it's me." Did I speak that out loud?

"Yes, you did now stop talking to yourself." I yanked my hand out of his hold and turned towards him, "Is this a proper way to come into someone's house, I could have just hit you with that pan! And you scared me to death I am gonna kill you, ugh, I was so scared you stupid idiot, sheepdip, fool. I thought you were a rapist. Do you see how big this house is? And however, did you come inside? And how did you find my room? And were you here to steal? Oh God, you are not a part-time thief, are you?"

Begrudgingly I stopped and looked towards him for the first time. His light brown eyes glistening in the whatever light that entered my darkroom through windows. He is amused by my speech.

"Why are amused? Did I just tell you a joke?" I asked him raising my eyebrow even when I was sure he couldn't even see my face properly in the street light's dim light.

"No, no it's just, that's the longest you have ever spoken to me...and for hearing that voice for a little longer than usual I had to break into your room." I felt my cheeks heat up and I smacked him on his chest.

He grabs my hand and pulls me close to him almost where I can stare into his eyes and see their vivid colours closely.

The dim light coming from the outside did wonder to his eyes, it illuminated leaving the rest of the part of the face in the dark.
His eyes trying to locate something in mine and as soon as they find it they relax and lit up.

I sucked in a deep breath as he leaned forward to graze his lips on my cheeks. "I can see you blushing even in the dark, Lexi..." He whispers in my ears sending shivers down my body. "I want to capture those rosy cheeks in my sketches..." He moved his right hand behind my head entangling his fingers in my blonde mane.
"But they are so beautiful that I am afraid my sketch won't do them justice...that it will ruin the beauty in front of me." He says kissing me beneath my left ear. My heart paces louder than I have ever felt it go. My breath hitched as his left hand slowly slid to my waist pilling me closer than I ever could be to him.

A thing pressed against my waist and I realised that it's the bottle that I first saw him holding.
He has been drinking.

I push him away from myself but he didn't budge.
"Why were you drinking?" He laughs, yes, laughs. Ugh, boys.

"I thought I would get a 'thank you' and here is the Anne I know always ruining the moment." He laughs even louder and lets me go which I am thankful for as my cheeks become red again.

Ugh, for once body only once support me don't go all red on me.

He plops down and raises his feet to rest them against the Georgette bed. Oh yes the expensive bed sheet is getting ruined.

"Keep your feet down or remove your shoes and wait a second, why are you even here? More so why are you lying there?" I raise my eyebrow as he continues to ignore me and takes a sip from the bottle he held in his hand.

"I am here to kidnap you."

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Author's note-
Hello everyone! Once a reviewer told me I should end my chapters with cliffhangers and I suck at that, ugh.

This is my best try at that.

But my friend hintofgoldindarkness is wonderful in it so this chapter is dedicated to her.

Also, read her book Heartbeat❤, trust me its awesome.

Thanks for reading.






















Wait I almost forgot to bring in this—

This isn't that great but here goes nothing :)


Corridor of school...before class—

Friend- *sighs*there is this boy chasing me...
Me- *raises eyebrow* why did you steal something..?
Friend- *facepalms* you are hopeless

Whereas—

Best friend - *sighs* this boy is chasing me...
Me- *gasps* Aahhh! Run! A kleptomaniac is here. *whispers* she steals for pleasure...

*everyone gets shocked*

Best friend- *shouts* calm down people there's no klepto, *rolls her eyes* only a maniac here...

Me- That's not me right...*grins sheepishly and fades away*

Sorry that suck but anyway continuing further...

Thanks again for reading.

You guys are awesome!

Aly🌺

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