CHAPTER TEN
THE PHANTOM
"i'll play the villain
if you need me to"
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THE SUN SACRIFICED ITSELF at dusk to breathe life into the moon. The gruelling sacrifice painted the sky numerous shades of red and orange, all symbolising the love between the two. The traces of what once was danced among the stars as day finally turned to night, all of them winking down at Farrah as she fled from the Cut and to Figure Eight looking the pogues.

She didn't add running into psycho killer ex boyfriend's drug dealer to the equation, but alas here she was, thrown into the back of Barry's beat down car heading to a destination she had no idea where was.

     What sucked most wasn't the fact that Barry had fucking kidnapped her, but rather that she had just arrived at the burning bell tower where John B and Sarah had escaped into. The not knowing if they were alive, or if they were burnt to charred coal right now made her nauseous. If it hadn't been for the fact that she was trapped in the confined space of a trunk she would've puked all over the place. The thought of sitting in her own guts caused her to choke back every gag.

     Now while the outer banks might've been paradise on earth, it was easing into hell with the heat radiating in the air. Being trapped in the trunk only doubled this, causing sweat to dampen her hair as it trickled down her forehead. She'd stopped kicking and screaming a while ago now, realising her energy was best spent saving.

     The only positive side to being kidnapped was that it was pretty safe to assume Barry wasn't bringing her to the cops. And if he wasn't bringing her to the cops, she didn't need to worry about getting caught. The only thing she needed to do was get the hell away from Barry, and the hell back to the others.

     When the trunk to the car finally opened ( Farrah was running out of oxygen to the point she thought she was going to die ), she didn't know what to expect. What she should've know, is that Rafe would be her.

"No— no get away from me." Farrah cried as the Cameron boy reached in to pull her from the trunk. She trashed in his arms, desperate to get his hands off of her. They were stained with a life. With blood. "Don't touch me!"

"Shh no-no Faye, chill out." Rafe turned her around, forcing her to look at him. "It's okay Faye I'm not gonna hurt you."

"She's been crying like a bitch since I got her." Barry scoffed.

Rafe reeled around, glaring at him. "Shut the fuck up Barry. Don't fucking talk about her like that."

Barry rolled his eyes. "Whatever." He walked off, leaving the two behind.

"I need you to listen to me, Faye." The nickname was like a rope tightening around her heart. "Faye— please."

"No, you killed her, Rafe! I fucking saw you, I was there!" Farrah cried, tears staining her cheeks. "Let go of me."

     Rafe glanced around frantically, his red rimmed eyes scanning the area. "You know I can't do that, alright? You know that. So just listen to me, I don't want to hurt you."

     Farrah sucked in a shaky breath, her lips quivering as she stared up into his cerulean eyes. "Just-just let me go and we can talk about Rafe. I promise I won't run, I won't tell anyone just let me go."

     A beat passed where they didn't say anything. They stared at each other, allowing their souls to lap against one another like waves on the beach. Farrah hated how she didn't hate him. Even after what he had done— her heart couldn't find it in her to actually, truly hate him. And as she realised this, the bottomless fear of always feeling like this chewed at her mercilessly.

     "Come with me." Rafe broke the silence. "Barry and I are taking the bikes and we're going looking for those pogues, a'ight? You can ride with me, it'll all be okay."

     The pogues.

     Her goal had been to escape Barry and Rafe to find the others, but if they were looking for them, that doubled her chances of finding them.

     So she nodded slowly. "Yeah, I'll come with you." Her voice was still shaky, her heart hammering in her chest.

     "You will?"

     "I will."

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Sitting at the back of Rafe's bike with her arms wrapped around his torso felt wrong. Everything about it felt wrong.

She'd been with him the morning before the tarmac. Farrah had spent the night with him, allowing him back into her heart like she had done too many times before. When his hands had touched her then it didn't make her stomach churn, it didn't make bile rise in the back of her throat. Something had change between then and now.

Everything had changed.

As desperate as it might've been, Farrah sat as far back on the bike as humanely possible, grasping onto anything that would keep her from falling off as Rafe sped down the road. Every time he braked her body would slip against his, and every time it would send a cold shiver down her spine that made her feel utterly defenceless. Her mind kept envisioning what it would feel like if she just let go, and allowed herself to fall.

     Farrah could see it happen in flashes and slow motion. Her fingers letting go of the edges of her seat, her body floating through the air euphorically before tumbling to the harsh asphalt. Her fragile skin ripping in the same way it had when she jumped out of the moving SUV. Her now scabbed over wounds bleeding once more, reminding her that she was still human. That she was still alive. Maybe it was exactly what she needed— a reminder that she was still alive.

     The last few days hadn't felt like it.

     Rafe skidded to a halt next to Barry at an intersection. Farrah was the only one wearing a helmet— Rafe had insisted she wore his. Ironic considering the most danger she was in wasn't because of the speeding, but because she was with him.

     "Shit, man. They're after him." Rafe stated as several police cars whizzed past them. Farrah think behind Rafe's back, suddenly reminded that they were looking for her too. "Hey, you know if we get him dead or alive, there's a reward. 25k, right?"

     Shit that's a lot of money, Farrah cursed internally, screwing her eyes shut.

     "Yeah, obviously, brother. That's the first thing I thought of." Barry snapped back. "Little princess on your bike there is a part of that reward, man."

     Rafe could feel his skin radiate in anger at the statement. "She's off limits, Barry." He spat.

     "Chill, Country Club. As long as I get back for what she and her little friends stole from me, we good." Barry stated.

     If it hadn't been for the visor being pulled down and tinted, Farrah would've glared at him.

     "Wait, hold up." Rafe suddenly spoke up again.

     "What?" Barry questioned in clear annoyance.

     "Yo, is that Kie?" This caused Farrah to shoot it straight, staring at the car she'd been sitting in the night before. In the front seat was, in fact, both Kiara and JJ.

     And in spite of their last conversation, the relief flourishing in her almost forced a smile on her pretty lips. She was happy to see them alive.

     "There go that little bitch-ass, right there."  Barry revved his bike, taking off down the street. Rafe copied his action, the sudden jolt forward forcing Farrah to grab a hold of him.

     He relished in the feeling of her arms wrapped around him once more. After what went down at the tarmac, her face had been playing on repeat in his head. The way she'd reacted to it all made him sick to his fucking stomach with regret. But it was for the wrong reason. All of it was for the wrong fucking reason. He was doing it all for her.

Farrah didn't know whether or not to feel relieved when they parked behind Kiara's car. She didn't know what to expect when they walked into the garage, nor did she know how the others would react to finding her at Rafe's side. They would just have to understand. She did it to find them. It was the only way.

Right?

     Farrah took off running as soon as her feet hit the ground. She ignored Rafe's protests as she turned the corner into the garage. The familiar voices of Kiara and JJ entered her ears as soon as she rounded the boat centered in the building, her shoulders relaxing when she spotted them.

     "Farrah? Oh my god where have you been?" Kiara's words caused JJ to feel around, his eyes locking on to her.

     Her appearance was disheveled, hair sticking in every direction out of the ponytail she'd tried to force it into. Her eyes were red after the amount of tears that had graced them, the bags under her eyes too present. Farrah not only looked like shit, but she felt like it. Standing still made her realise how long it had been since she had a proper meal and good nights sleep. She was exasperated and she looked it.

"Farh—"

"I'm sorry." Was all she managed to croak out. Kiara and JJ glanced at each other in confusion before looking back at her.

"Sorry? For what?" JJ moved to approach her. "About the argument? Farh it's fine—" he stopped himself when someone appeared from behind her.

"Hey there. What's goin' on?" The smugness in his voice was hard to ignore. "JJ? How you guys doin'?" Rafe stopped behind Farrah, a sickening smirk placed on his lips as he watched JJ's face fall.

A whistle caught their attention as Barry approached from behind them. "Well, well. . ." He cocked his gun, eyes narrowed at the Maybank boy. "See, don't think I forgot about me and you on the side of the road. I'm here because I want my motherfuckin' money." Barry lunged forward, smacking the gun directly into JJ's face. He grabbed ahold of his neck, yelling in his face as JJ fell to the ground.

"JJ— no, Rafe stop!" Both girls went to intervene, but Rafe pulled them back. He roughly threw Farrah to the ground, focusing his sole attention on Kiara.

"He's not who we want Kie. Where's John B?" Rafe questioned, tightening his grip on her arm.

Farrah took her opportunity to stumble over to where Barr's and JJ were, throwing herself on him to get him off of JJ. Barry threw his elbow directly into her face, reeling around to point the gun at her head. "You motherfuckin' bitch!"

"Hey! Hey get off of her!" JJ yelled.

"One more fucking step closer, and I'm blowing her pretty head off." Barry threatened as he held a fistful of her hair. He craned her head back, forcing her to look him in the eye. "Country Club's got a sweet spot for you, but I don't. A'ight?"

JJ stood several paces away with his hands in the air, the same frightening feeling from when Barry robbed them erupting in him. Like a flare in kerosene, his blood was lit on fire beneath his skin, rage causing blisters to form. He could feel his veins melt at the heat radiating off of his anger, and for a moment he was sure his eyes were on fire. Still, the familiar feeling of helplessness was casted down upon him. His fists stood no chance against Barry's gun.

Fortunately for Farrah, JJ wasn't the only one infuriated by the sight.

     "Hey, bro, let go of her." Rafe had his hand clamped around Kiara's neck when he noticed Barry's gun press to Farrah's temple. And it made him see red.

     "Nah Rafe, someone's gotta learn this bitch to shut up." Barry chuckled darkly. He made to press the gun harder against her forehead— hard enough that she feared he'd crack her skull.

But she didn't back down. She kept her eyes wide open, glaring into his dark ones to let him know she wasn't afraid. Her trembling hands and shaky breath gave her away, but Farrah wasn't willing to give him more than she had to. She wouldn't give him the pleasure of knowing she was scared.

Farrah wasn't a victim.

     "Barry, dude, I'm warning you—"

Rafe's words gave away to a yell, causing Barry and Farrah to snap their heads in his direction. Farrah had never been more relieved to see Pope in her entire life. He was clenching a pipe, repeatedly swinging at e Cameron boy. Barry turned away from JJ and Farrah, heading over to help Rafe out when JJ grabbed a hold of his ankle pulling him to the ground. His gun clanked against the cement as it fell from his hand.

"Kie, kick it!" JJ exclaimed. The Carrera girl was swift to respond as she kicked the weapon away from them. JJ got on Barry immediately, the image of his gun to Farrah's head still present as he threw punches.

"JJ— enough." Farrah tried intervening as Kiara did the same with Rafe and Pope. "JJ he's had enough. Stop it!" She pulled at JJ's arm, pulling him off Barry. The latter was splayed limply on the ground groaning in pain, his entire face covered in blood.

"He had a fucking gun to your head!" JJ yelled, glossy eyes locked on the girl before him. "You could've died— he could've killed you!" He frantically gestured as he spoke, panic settling at the mere thought of loosing her.

"I'm fine, JJ, really. I'm okay. See?" She grabbed his trembling hands, placing them above her beating heart. "Feel. I'm fine, I'm alive."

The Maybank boy closed his eyes, exhaling shakily as he felt her heart thumping beneath his calloused fingers. It was rapidly beating against her ribcage, allowing him to know just how terrified she really was. He proceeded to reopen his eyes and look at her. Really look at her. She looked a mess, but there was more to it. She was scared. Farrah was scared, and as much as she hated it, she'd let him know she was afraid.

She'd let him see her.

"Pope stop!" Kiara's pleas pulled them from their trance of staring into each other's eyes.

Pope had a cord wrapped around Rafe's neck, clenching his muscle to restrict the oxygen from his lungs to his brain. Blood stained Rafe's face as he tried fighting Pope off, but to no avail. "Snap out of it, dude!"

     "Pope enough!" Farrah wailed as she pulled on his arm. "Let go of him you're killing him!" She cried out, the vision of a lifeless Rafe flashing in her mind for every second Pope didn't let go. Not until JJ pulled harshly at the boy did he let go, Rafe falling to the ground coughing. Farrah fell to her knees next to him, pulling his head into her lap as she caressed his face. "You're okay, you're okay." She repeated to him as he heaved for air. "Just breathe, alright? You're gonna be okay."

     Kiara put her hand on Farrah's shoulder. "Farh we gotta go, like, now. We have to go."

     Farrah nodded. She cast a glance on Rafe one last time to ensure he was fine before allowing Kiara to pull her to her feet.

     "No- Faye please." Farrah could feel her heart crack in her chest at his pleas. "Don't leave me, Faye. Please."

     She didn't listen, and she definitely didn't turn back. If she had done that, she might've turned back, she might've folded for him. But she didn't do that. Instead, she allowed Kiara to pull her along as the four pogues fled the scene, not once looking back.

     "Faye!"

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"Dude, where is he?!"

Police sirens could be heard wailing in the background as JJ, Pope Kiara and Farrah tried to prepare the boat for John B and Sarah's departure. They'd managed to stock up on enough food to last the two at least a few weeks— more than they needed in case something went wrong.

"Give him a second. He'll be here."

Farrah anxiously picked at her fingers to the point where her fingertips were stained in blood. Rafe's blood had stained her shirt and hands, and the more she looked at it the more she wanted to scream and throw up. Why he had this effect on her she couldn't answer. He was a bad person. Rafe was a bad person. He had beat up Pope on the golf course. He had jumped JJ and Pope at the movies. He had choked her. He basically kidnapped her along with Barry. He hung around the same guy who had pulled a gun to her head, twice. He had shot Peterkin.

Rafe had killed sheriff Peterkin.

It made her sick to her fucking stomach to even think about that, sick enough to the point she almost hurled the contents of her empty stomach. So why did she still feel this gruelling emotion wreaking havoc inside of her every time the image of him popped up in her head? Rafe Cameron had a grip on her she never knew possible— it scared her. Scared her the same way it had scared her when he had choked her, and she had realised there was nothing the Cameron boy could've done to make her hate him. And after all of this? It only solidified it.

Farrah glanced around at the rogues nervously as the thoughts battled in her head. She felt like the ultimate traitor for having these thoughts. For having these feelings. After everything he had not only put her through, but all of them, she was a fucking backstabber for not wanting him dead. Why couldn't she just want him dead? It would've made everything that much easier. It was pathetic. Farrah was on the line for a murder he had committed and she still couldn't bring herself to want to see him dead.

How fucking pathetic.

She was pathetic.

She wasn't.

Well, maybe a little. Still, her behaviour was completely excusable, right? Right.

Wrong. It was messed up. Even she knew that. Which was why she desperately tried to masked her true self from the only people left in the world she could stomach to be around at the moment. She couldn't let the mask slip— not now. They wouldn't understand, and she needed them to understand.

"Hey, you good?" The warm palm clamped around her shoulder should've put her at ease, but it only made her that much more jumpy. Still, the presence of JJ's hand sent a comforting jolt throughout her entire body. For a moment Farrah swore she could feel his heart thump through his hand, sending a loving drug to the tips of his fingers to the surface of her skin, sinking into her bloodstreams and finally reaching her own heart. It almost made her forget just how cold she was feeling.

"Yeah just. . . just feeling a little nauseous is all." Farrah sighed. He searched her tawny eyes for a moment before nodding, sensing that she didn't want to talk about it. He was sensing right.

JJ was feeling a multitude of things. For one he was really fucking confused on how Farrah had left them after the argument only to show up the next day with Barry and Rafe. As blonde as the Maybank boy could be, he wasn't stupid. There was clearly something going on between the two. It seemed every time Farrah wasn't with them, she'd show up either talking about Rafe or coming from his place. What was the deal with that? The ugly feeling inside of him festered every time he thought about the Cameron boy.

So he was feeling confused, and pissed off, and stressed about everything with the cops and John B. But most of all he was feeling worried. Farrah looked like shit. For every passing minute her skin grew paler and paler, the gravity of the situation settling on her till her bones began to crack. All of them could see it, but with everything going on checking up on her had fallen to the bottom of their list of priorities. They had to focus on getting John B off the island before they could begin to think what to do with her. JJ knew this, which was why he was holding off till John B and Sarah was out of sight to actually make sure she was alright.

Farrah would have to wait, for now.

"He's coming. He'll be fine." JJ reassured.

Farrah could feel her heart stop in her chest when a sheriff's squad car pulled up with blue lights and a loud siren. The four of them stopped in their tracks, staring wide eyed at the car as someone stepped out.

John B.

"Wait."

"No effing way."

"You've got to be kidding me."

Sporting a bright orange T-shirt, John B pulled on his backpack as he approached them. "Should let me take it for a spin."

"Okay. That's believable. I'll buy that for now." Kiara laughed as she threw her arms around the Routledge boy.

"It wasn't easy bro." JJ began. "But I got the Phantom for you, and she runs like she was made yesterday. You ready to go?" The Maybank boy jingled the keys between his fingers.

"Where's Sarah?" Farrah snapped her head towards John B at this.

"She's not with you?" She asked slowly.

He began shaking his head. "No, we got separated in the swamp." He explained. "She said she'd meet me here."

"No, we haven't seen her man." Pope informed.

"Okay, well, I'm not leaving without her." John B stated.

"John B, look at me. I know you feel bad for leaving, but there's no time, man." JJ tried to reason. "You've got plenty of gas, plenty of food. Once you get around that point, it's a straight shot across the sound to Dismal Swamp, okay? Once you get there, lay low, alright? Hang out for a couple of weeks and then go overland, cross the border at Brownsville, you got that? Brownsville. You— hey, you got that?"

"Yeah, yeah. Brownsville." John B confirmed, clearly distracted.

Thunder cracked in the distance. "Alright. Saddle her up, saltwater cowboy. Let's do this. Yeah." John B proceed to get into the boat.

"Hey, wait. I'm sorry for. . . basically throwing us off a cliff with this whole treasure hunt thing." John B turned to face them with teary eyes.

"Hey, John B, you. . . we were bound to run off a cliff at some point, right?" JJ grinned. "At least we did it together, though." Pope and Kiara leaned against JJ, allowing him to put his arms around them. Farrah inhaled deeply, the haunting feeling she'd felt all over summer returning. "Pogue style."

"Oh and Farh?" John B caught her attention.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry. For yelling at you. It was out of line, I was being an asshole and I'm sorry. I didn't mean any of it." John B hoped she would believe him.

She nodded, feeling weirdly upset as she watched him retreat into the boat. "Get out of here, please."

"We'll see you in two months down in Mexico." Pope nodded.

"Love you!" JJ quipped.

"Hey wait a second." John B turned to face them once more, his voice cracking as he spoke. "Tell Sarah I said goodbye, okay?"

They nodded. "Don't forget. Cross the border at Brownsville, okay?"

"Got it."

So together they pushed the Phantom out on the water, watching as John B pulled away.

They had done it.

They had fucking done it.

They had managed to send John B off in the boat and to Mexico before the police managed to get to them. They couldn't believe it. Farrah couldn't believe it. After the hell that had been the last few days, Farrah never really believed there was a way out of the grave they'd dug themselves. But here they stood, with Sarah and John B finally safe and out of the callous hands of Ward Cameron and her father— even Farrah had managed to evade the police. Now they just had to hide her a little while longer until convincing the police she played no part in it all and they'd finally be in the clear.

Finally.

The rotten feeling of despair dissipated for a moment as silence lingered. Farrah suddenly didn't feel as shitty about everything as she had mere minutes ago. Because right now it didn't matter what she had or hadn't done. It didn't matter because she had helped them. She had helped John B.

She had done something right. For once in her life, she had done the right thing.

JJ was surprised when she threw her body against his, the force of her body causing him to stumble. He wrapped his arms around her smaller body, a genuine smile on his face when he realised that they were in the clear. They were in the fucking clear. JJ couldn't believe it.

"We did it, Jay-J!" Farrah laughed. Laughed like she'd barely done in a while. A heartfelt, genuine laugh that forced JJ to share her glee. There they stood, hugging and laughing wholeheartedly, the joyous feeling of perseverance bubbling in their chests like butterflies flapping their fragile wings for the very first time. Like the summer breeze tickling strands of hair in the hot summer. Like the birds chirping happily in the sky for the first time since winter.

They had done it.

Finally.

Farrah pulled away from the hug, her body immensely close to his. They kept their arms secured around one another as tawny brown collided with cerulean blue. The collision was soft and innocent— like nothing neither one of them had ever experienced before. All Farrah could think was this is it. This is the feeling I've been searching for my entire life. Nothing could compare to it. Nothing.

The onrush of emotions flowed inside of her body like a waterfall crashing against the once undisturbed water below. At the start of this summer she had been just a girl. Undisturbed. Not disrupted, just a girl. Then she met JJ, met him like she had met him a thousand times before, only this time around it had been different. She had taken time to learn the language of his soul and oh, had she ever heard something so melodic? JJ Maybank— the brass delinquent who only ever caused trouble. That was the exterior, and Farrah like many others had fallen victim to chalking him off as nothing more. But she had learnt. She'd been blessed the opportunity to glance inside the hidden corners of his soul, and just like Kiara had said, JJ was different. He was special.

Farrah would never forget the feeling she felt when standing there searching every single part of his soul. Of his entire being. Standing there she would never forget what it felt like when the emotions filled her bloodstreams like a tranquilliser. Like a drug trying to numb her of all the pain the world had inflicted on her. None of it mattered. Not right now. Not in comparison.

     An overwhelming sure of emotions suddenly took complete control of her— as if spores of cordyceps had infected her brain stem and taken charge of her entire mind and body. Farrah barely even had time to decipher the feeling that led the three little words to the tip of her tongue like sap slipping down the bark of a tree. She was smiling, and it was a sight for sore eyes. Healing even. It was a naive and youthful yet complete and honest smile. One that reminded JJ of a toddler grinning at candy. Farrah braced herself, mustering up every lick of bravery left inside of her to voice the words ready to be sacrificed at her glossy lips to his aware ears. To voice words that swam in the depth of her souls which thousands of voices were wailing inside of her head.

     "I think love you."

     For a fleeting moment Farrah was the happiest girl alive. Amidst all the chaos and drama and pain and suffering, she was smiling. Because just for a moment she was a normal teenage girl, experience normal teenage feelings, feelings so pure, so sincere and innocent, that it overwhelmed her all the whilst calming her heart down to a normal pace. Admitting to her feelings felt like a fresh breath of air— it felt like she had lived her entire life in grayscale, and that when she finally realised her feelings this time around, she could see colour for the first time. For just a fleeting moment, happiness surged through her veins, like music floating in her bloodstream. Just as fast as it came, every vibrant colour bled into a deep shade of blue when he stared at her blankly, unable to reciprocate any of it.

     "I—" JJ stopped himself, his once bright eyes suddenly dull in comparison to the excruciatingly blues killing the once happy tunes riding on the leukocytes in her blood flow. "It'll pass."

     Right then, her heart stopped. The feeling of Rafe's hands around her next restricting the oxygen from flowing to her cells resurfacing. JJ's hands might've been hanging limply at his sides as he uttered the words, but they might've well have been around her neck. Because the two words gripped onto her windpipe, chocking her in a whole new way than she'd ever experienced. And suddenly, once vibrant colours died were brutally murdered before her, the stark contrast of the dynamic causing her to feel lightheaded. As if she forgot how to breathe, she needed to reminded herself to inhale and exhaled deeply.

     Her ears began to ring, her eyes glossy. This was a nightmare. This wasn't happening. She didn't let him peer inside the window to her soul and search every crook and corner only for him to flick a match into the pool of kerosene. He didn't do that.

     JJ didn't do that. 

     JJ did do that.

     The force of the rejection was like a storm tipping the scale. Like an earthquake threatening to split open the ground and swallow her whole. It shook her to her very core, so much so that she didn't notice the presence behind her before the cuffs were clamped around her wrists.

     "Farrah Montgomery, you are under arrest for aiding with the escape of a fugitive, being an accomplice to the murder of sheriff Peterkin and withholding information. You have right to remain silent. Everything you can and will be held against in you in a court of law." Shoupe's words stabbed her eardrums like needles as he tightened the cuffs around her weak wrists to the point she was sure her hands would fall off. The metal cut against her skin as she was thrown to the ground. "You have the right to an attorney."

     "She didn't do anything she's innocent!" Kiara and Pope's voice could be heard as Farrah crashed to the ground, but all she could hear was that painful ringing in her ears. She had been wounded, so much so that she couldn't feel the pain of the impact, or the aching of her wrists. All she could feel was the gaping hole where her heart used to beat.

     "Let go of her!" Kiara got pulled back by Pope as she tried turning lunge at Shoupe in an attempt to free the girl before her. "She's innocent!" The Carrera girl cried out in desperation.

     One single tear slipped down her cheek as Farrah was pulled from the ground and to the police car, her eyes connecting with his one last time before she was shoved inside.

     And all he could do was watch.

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a/n

and here we finally go with chapter ten; the very last chapter of act one ! feels refreshing to have finished one season and thus one whole act. the first eight chapters were pretty structurally posted, and the last two were definitely more delayed than intended. anywho, here we are, with chapter ten. hope u enjoyed the chapter, not sure when act two will be coming out the semester of uni just stared so might take a while. until then !

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