Traitorous Love

Chapter 61- New Life

I opened the door, to my new indefinite life. The apartment was dusty and let in little light. Upon more inspection, there was canned food in the kitchen, a fully stocked fridge and sheets on the bed. There were two bedrooms, one was open, while the other was closed. When I tried the door, it was locked. Without a second thought, I checked the view. It looked over the road, and stretched all the way to the back of the building. Helpful to have a view on everything. 

I drew the curtains and sat on the couch. Totally uncomfortable. Definitely not going to be sitting on that thing. Whoever set this up was expecting me. It must be the contact mom and dad mentioned about. They probably shut the door too. 

I set my things down and laid on the bed remembering the conversation I had with my parents earlier today. Rash decisions are the worst. 

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Previously:

I had woke up the next morning pretty late. Mom had turned on the TV, and I could hear it blaring all the way from my room. Quickly washing my face and brushing my teeth I went down stairs and saw pictures of me on the TV, "What the hell is this?"

"They've officially reported you a missing person," Dad said from the couch, "They called us before and told us what happened. Thankfully your mother is an extremely good actor,"

I sat down at the kitchen table where dad joined me, "It wasn't that hard," Mom said, bringing a plate of pancakes, "Just the thought of you being with them scares me enough to cry,"

Three of us sat down and ate our pancakes while my missing persons report continued on the TV, "They're probably going to come by here aren't they? To make sure that you didn't get any ransoms or anything. Even though they know that Dabi wants more than money,"

"They will," dad said with a mouthful of pancake, "but I think it might be more that they want to be sure you didn't run away. When we talked to one of the people at the commissions they told us that there seemingly wasn't a struggle,"

"How could the tell? The entire house was burned down,"

"Someone with a quirk that can go back in time said that they couldn't see everything, but it looked like you packed your things, left some kind of note and ran," mom explained, "but they can't see everything that happened after,"

"That sounds like a load of bull shit, they definitely know," I said.

"Which is why we need to get you out of here," Mom said, thinking hard, "We have a safe house a few towns over, we could just keep you there?"

"Aren't you both technically risking everything to keep me safe?" I asked, "if they find out you knew where I was, and lying  there would be hell to pay,"

"So what are you saying?"

"For your safety, and mine, I don't think you should know where I am," I said, dramatically. 

Mom and dad looked at each other, and then burst into a fit of giggles, "Y/N, please, this isn't a movie. You do not need to protect us,"

I roll my eyes, and feel myself heating up from embarrassment, "Okay, so your safe house," I say steering the conversation away from humiliation, "Where is it?"

Mom and dad shared a look, "It's not in the safest area, but there is a place you can go where no one knows who you are. It's a remote area, and if we change your hair you should be hidden until this has all blown over,"

"So you want me to just... hide?!" I asked, shocked at the idea, "but what about the pro license test, that's within a month! Do you think I'll be able to take it?"

Mom and dad looked at me like I was an idiot, "Is that really what's on your mind right now? There are villains trying to kill you and your worried about your career? Honestly, Y/N, stop thinking about the irrelevant stuff, and worry about the task at hand," mom took in a deep breath, "surviving,"

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I went into the bathroom, and looked at my new blonde hair, and fake freckles. It was the best they could do given the short amount of time. They gave me a boatload of cash, a card for only emergencies and gave me a couple of boxes of hair dye incase my roots started to show. 

My hair didn't suit my face and neither did the green eyes. I looked so weird that I almost screamed when mom first finished dying my hair. They gave me money for a bus and I followed instructions from them and with the help of someone the street venders, I finally found this place. 

Mom and dad definitely exaggerated about the safety of the area. It's actually really nice, and the people were helpful. However, apparently lots of drugs and mafias run around here, which is why they say it's not safe, but as long as I don't get involved with them I should be okay.

Just keep your head down, do your job as a barista, and get through this period of your life mom instructed and once all of this is over, you can come home and get back to the career you're so worried about. 

I pulled out the burner phone they gave and sent a quick message to her, 19 22 9 22.  Here. The code was not too full proof, but it did the job. 26 letters, 26 numbers, Last letter of the alphabet was 1, and like that the order went. We made it before as a way to communicate. I always thought it was so stupid, but I guess it's not stupid anymore. 

She sent a reply "20 12 12 23". I smiled, and set the phone down. 

I was to meet their contact at the coffee shop nearby. Apparently, they did the woman a favor, and they're cashing in on it now. Her name is Maria, and Mom and dad had helped her on a case, and now I guess she is repaying the favor. 

As per instructions, I found the coffee shop. It was empty, no one in front, and definitely no customers, "Hello?" I called out, "Is anyone here? I'm here about the...job,"

A woman, who looked oddly familiar walked out. She had ginger hair, but her eyes, were the same as someone I knew, "Miranda?"

"Oh shit,"

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Word Count: 1214

It feels so good to be writing again. I'm studying for midterms but thankfully I'm not too big of an idiot, so hopefully (if I manage my time right) I can continue writing and ace the midterms. 

I'm going on a little rant, so feel free to skip this:

But I think that this year teachers have been so hard on students. None of my teachers are taking into consideration that a majority of us haven't actually been students for almost two years, and so by them dumping us into all that stuff, and work, and responsibilities they're really setting us up to fail. Maybe it's just me and I suck at school, but for some reason I'm still struggling at this rhythm of school. 

Anyway... thanks for reading my mini rant, see y'all in the next chapter!