Here I was alone in Maddy's room. She was in the bathroom getting showered.
Brayden was downstairs making breakfast and Clair was still asleep. I peel myself off her bed and down into the kitchen.
"Brayden?" I whisper.
He turns to me and stares.
"I didn't kill him right?" I whisper.
"If you did don't worry, Gwen will get to you before the cops." He snickers.
"Funny." I mutter.
He laughs and flips a pancake. "I'm just messing with you. Go get ready."
"Yes, because I just bring clothes with me everywhere I go." I snap.
Brayden rolls his eyes and tosses me his car keys. "In the back there's a bag filled with sweats and t-shirts. Grab something to wear."
I nod and walk out.
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