❛ EPISODE EIGHT, PART TWO. ❜

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Yes?                 No?

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THE RUNWAY
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"God, he's going to do something he's going to regret, and then he's going to hurt Sarah, and then she's going to be heartbroken even though we all just welcomed her with open arms, and even if he gets Ward to talk, he'll get away with it because ...

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"God, he's going to do something he's going to regret, and then he's going to hurt Sarah, and then she's going to be heartbroken even though we all just welcomed her with open arms, and even if he gets Ward to talk, he'll get away with it because he's Ward Cameron and he always gets away with it, and then god fucking knows how long it'll be before we get brought up and we're straight up butt-fucked in this entire situation," I paced back and forth in the living room of my house, my hands gripping my hair hard enough to pull a few strands out between my fingers "Then he's going to get that stupid gold and he's going to take it back to wherever JB was before because there is no way that wasn't because of him and he's going to do something to my dad. I know he will. That is the last strand of anything that I have left."

It was completely silent as the other three pondered my rant, stress manifesting itself within their respective body language.

"Well, we don't even know where he is, at this point. He's probably long gone, on the run somewhere now." Pope suggested. "He can't just waltz in there and not talk to Sarah, though."

"But we still have to go after him. It's getting dark now, and Tannyhill probably doesn't have Pentagon-level protection. They're rich, not paranoid," JJ added as I finally stopped pacing, perching myself on the arm of his chair. My hands migrated to the sides of my neck to prevent chunks of my hair coming out the next time I reached for it, the blonde's warm skin on my thigh anchoring my spiral momentarily. "Relax, C. We'll make sure nothing happens to your dad."

"I know a way in through the back where we won't get caught." Kiara stood up, gazing out at the setting sun. "It'll be pretty dark by the time we get there, so it'll be easy. Now, Chayse, you need a bottle of water and a joint. I'll drive the Pogue."

"Fine. Hopefully, my stomach will pick itself up off the floor by then." I rose again, grabbing my backpack and keys, as well as a lighter and water bottle. I was still the first to the back door. "Hurry it up! I'm losing my mind already, we don't need to be losing time as well."

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"What now? We just go up to the front door and ask 'Hey, have you seen John B?'" JJ asked as we stood from our seats on the boat, ready to get off at the shorter dock.

"I forgot that back entrance got closed off," Kie groaned.

"I didn't think this far in advance anyway," I mumbled, pushing my hair out of my face.

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