❝Being alone is easy, it's the loneliness that'll kill you.❞
❝I can deal with the noise. I don't mind the noise. The quiet is a different story.❞
In which both Mara Reyes and Steve Rogers have no fucking idea what they're doing with t...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
━
CHAPTER THREE The Note
AS THE NEXT few weeks flew by, Andy couldn't help but scroll through the news intensively to see if anymore Maggia family members had been arrested, but surprisingly to her relief, none had. She assumed all families were doing the smart thing by staying lowkey for now.
She had mainly been looking for Gemma, making sure her cousin hadn't been caught. And she hadn't. Though Andy had no idea where she was and what she was doing, she just hoped she wasn't getting herself into too much trouble. For years, she wondered how her leaving would affect Gemma now that both of Jane's kids vanished. She was pretty much next in like to inherit it all if Jane died. Andy had asked Gemma to come with her, but she refused.
Andy was now sat next to her bed, her back against it as she stared at the wall in front of her. She grabbed the bottle of tequila next to her and took a swig of it, barely grimacing at its taste. The burning of the alcohol helped numb the loneliness that lingered and would consume her in a second if she let it.
She'd sit by her bed as a kid and wait. Wait for her mother to stop yelling at her employees. Wait for her training to start. Wait to go out and scam people. She mostly she remembered the way she'd sit by her brother's bed and wait for him to come home and take her, but he never did.
She looked at the alarm clock on her nightstand. 19:23. She had spent the whole evening feeling sorry for herself and enough was enough. Deciding she couldn't stay home by her bed any longer without losing her mind, Andy decided to go for a jog to clear her head before she had dinner. She changed into her work out gear and clipped her iPod on her arm.
She kept her pace steady as she jogged through the park, not noticing when the sun went down. She tried to ignore all her thoughts which widely consisted of her having an internal argument with herself about her family.
You should check on them, one side insisted.
What have they ever done for you? The other side argued. You left for a reason.
But they were still her family.
Andy stopped by a tree, leaning her arm against the trunk as she removed an ear bud from her ear, letting it drop over her shirt. She panted, catching her breath as she wiped the sweat gathering on her forehead.
The park was quiet and weirdly peaceful albeit a bit eerie in the moonlight with the silhouette of trees.
A loud scream cut through the silence and Andy instantly snapped in the direction of where it came from. Pushing herself off the tree, the woman ran to the right to see a man in a mask trying to mug a middle aged woman. He had a gun. Andy looked at her watch. 21:11. Who mugs someone this early in a fairly popular park when people are still around? Idiot.
