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This chapter is gonna have some bad language, just a little warning... But that's why I labelled this book mature so...

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Darren

Darren stared ahead, his hands gripping the steering wheel very tightly. He didn't like using chloroform on Fel, but he didn't really have a choice. She was stubborn. Really, really stubborn. He knew she wouldn't believe him. He had seen her reaction when he told her that her name was Felicia North. She had scoffed at his statement. And now she lay in the back of the car, looking almost peaceful. 

He slowed the car and looked back at her. Her hair was fallen across her face, giving her an innocent look. And she would have remained innocent. If it wasn't for Arty Raines. That son of a bitch had kidnapped his Felicia, and changed all her memories. Darren had no idea who he was. And because of him, according to Felicia, she virtually had no life before becoming a hitwoman for him.

That's why Darren used the chloroform on her. Because if he could bring her away from those brainwashers, those filthy bastards, then he could tell who she really was. Remind her of her past life. With him.

Darren let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding. He turned back around and stepped on the accelerator. The cops were off their track, but there was no use in taking risk.

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Darren slowly slid the car to rest in front of a house. It was two-storeyed, and small in size, squeezed between two other houses. It looked worn down, the paint on the front of the house peeling away. The windows on the top floor were coated in dust. There was a tiny garden in front of the house, but the plants were dried up. The neighbouring houses looked slightly better kept comparatively, but they still look worn down. At least those gardens were green.

He got out of the car and slammed the door shut. A flock of birds sitting on a line above him flew away, scared by the sound. Darren examined the rest of the houses on the street. They looked exactly the same, like somebody had put one of the houses through a copy machine and made a thousand houses.

He turned back to the car, and opened the back door. Fel was still unconscious. He scooped her up in his arms, and shut the door with his heel. Her hands and feet tied together dangled uncomfortably in the air, as Darren began to walk towards the house. His mother had appeared in the doorway, probably alerted to his presence by the sound of the shutting door. He should learn to shut the doors more quietly.

"Darren, what..." she began, drifting off when she saw the comatose girl in his arms, her view becoming clearer as he stopped in front of her. "Felicia?" his mother whispered, her eyes wide in surprise. He gave a simple nod in response. She shook her head. "But how..." 

"I don't know, mum. Can I bring her in first?" he cut her off. She nodded hastily, surprise replaced by embarrassment. She stepped back, allowing him access into the house. There was a little hall, with a three-seater sofa, torn at the edges. He gently placed Fel on the sofa, and turned around to look at his mum.

"Will you tell me what's going on, Daz?" his mother whispered, so as to not wake her up. Darren pointed to the kitchen. His mother nodded and walked towards it.

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After both of them were fully settled in the kitchen, holding hot mugs of coffee in their hands, Darren started speaking. 

"I was offered a job anonymously to kill her, the exact same day that I killed that Wilson lady. I took it up, because it had good cash." Darren paused after this statement to take a sip. He could feel his mother's eyes burning into him. 

"Of course, I didn't know it was her when I accepted it. Then I saw her photo and..." He took a deep breath. "I told myself it couldn't be her. I mean, she died. I saw her lifeless body, I mean-" He shuddered, the memory of her lifeless eyes filling his brain, and he set his mug down. He looked at his own hands sitting on his lap.

"I kept telling myself that. Then I saw her face, in real life. Not just a photo, but her. Standing in front of me, full of energy. Alive." He shut his eyes, before his mother could see the tears that were on the verge of faling. It had been years since he cried over her. 2 years, to be precise. The previous time had been at her funeral. 

"How did you know it was her? It could have been some... doppelgänger or something," she said softy. Darren shook his head, his eyes still squeezed shut. "I would know. This is her, mum," he said, opening his eyes. One tear fell down even after his struggle to keep them in. "It's her." He looked up at her.

"It's Fel."

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Hope you liked it! Not that much language. But I felt obligated to warn you so:)

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P.S. This little quote^^^ is gonna become a staple for every chapter now, but that's cuz I love it so much:)