My name is Ava
I hide secrets that could flip my world upside down, Literally.
no one knows.
and I'd like to keep it that way.
that is a promise, i made and i will never break.
Struggling to stay sane, calm, and blank when I'm bound to live with my...
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Chapter Seven Ava
A tracker.
A fucking tracker.
And which tracker?
The one that i fucking disabled.
I kept staring at them blankly before i cringed at the pathetic feelings.
Oh god, i could detect so much feelings that where genuine while he was talking.
They where seriously disgusting though, it just won't settle in my mind how people could just... Feel.
It's so fucking weird!
Thoughts kept swirling in my head.
I'm the one that disabled the tracker.
I'm the reason i lost contact with my family.
But that still wasn't my fault, if we kept changing locations then they still couldn't have got in contact with me.
My mom forced me to disable it.
Why didn't she want me to get in contact with my family?
I put my head between my knees as i thought everything over.
"Ava are you alright?" Lucas asked with concern lacing his tone.
My head snapped up at his question, i burst out laughing like a maniac as all of them stared at me dumbfounded.
I suddenly stopped and started hitting my head muttering all the curses i could think of.
All of them stared at me like im some lunatic-- which i probably am -- i then finally calmed down and stood up.
"I'll be in my room if you need anything" i called out as i made my way to my room.
Too much things to think about is happening.
Like, holy guacamole.
sudden rage rushed through me veins at my supposed mother, she was the reason i lost contact with my brothers. She forced me to disable it. If she didn't then atleast i would've catched up with my family. Arthur wouldn't hate me. I'd still be close to Leo.
I'd still have my best friends.
I didn't know what i was doing until my hand punched through the wall, multiple times. That's what i do. I cover my feeling with anger and rage.
