[𝐌𝐈𝐓 • 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏] He managed to make a sane eighteen-year-old INSANE.
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He was fascinated by her. And he wanted to make her fascinated about him, so he played a game with her. Messed with her mind in ways he shouldn't have. The catch: he was th...
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┌────────────┐ REECE LITTLE └────────────┘
TICKETS
HE LOOKED into his bag, resting over his chest and rummaging through the contents inside, moving some of his clothes, digging his hand deeper until his fingertips were grazing over the textured fabric at the bottom. When his fingers brushed gingerly over firm, leather fabric he wrapped his calloused fingers around its thickness, and brought it to the opening of the backpack.
Flipping open his wallet, he made sure there was some money there, and when he saw the abundance of bright colours of the notes, he quickly closed it to make sure no one saw. With the amount of money hidden in the leather fabric, someone could see it and walk up to him, asking him for a hand in surviving in this claustrophobic world. He didn't want to be bothered and pity-tripped into giving someone fifty dollars that had been given to him in the worst of circumstances.
Looking forward, there were at least three small groups of people in front of him, one being a couple and the other two being small families. He watched as the mother in front of him tried to calm down her disrespectful son complaining beside her. He was around the age of fifteen, his dark eyes glaring at his mother in protest as she looked on the verge of tears. Her brows raised upward, eyes glassy with oceans as she listened to the words that came out her son's mouth.
"Why do I have to go with you?" he grumbled. "Why can't I stay with Dad?"
"Because you're supposed to stay with me for a week during the holidays, Harley." She tried to keep her voice leveled but Reece could easily hear the cracks wanting to break in her voice. She looked down and Reece followed as he saw a younger girl standing close to her legs, she was insecurely holding her mother's hand. The mother looked back at her oldest child with a softness to her eyes, pleading for him to just come with her willingly.
Yet, the boy only looked away and grabbed out his phone, ignoring her. Reece felt sorry for her, knowing the struggles of a child being stubborn. The kid reminded him of his older brother, Ethan. He hasn't seen him since . . . since he was fifteen. He was dad's favourite as much as it hurts and pains Reece to even think about after all these years.
As the line got smaller after ten minutes, Reece was finally able to get the two tickets with ease, paying before turning around to go find Maddie. He told her to stay put as a test, if she took off like she was hoping — he could see it clearly in her watery, red puffy eyes — then he'd be in deep shit. Hopefully she had enough reason to trust him and stay put where he had told her or all hell would be unleashed.
Stuffing his thick wallet back onto his backpack, right at the bottom again and under all his clothes, he zipped his bag and swung his backpack around so it was over his shoulder. He scanned his gorgeous eyes around the area, people talking in loud voices in an attempt to be heard over all the rest of the voices around them. He racked his eyes over each person, trying to find Maddie's familiar wavy brown hair and caramel skin, the look of her face staring at the ground as she licked her chapped lips for the millionth time in the last hour.
