chapter twenty-eight

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Theodore Scott

He's doing it. He has to. He'll die if he doesn't.

After an hour of talking to Isabella, comforting her and stroking her back until she fell asleep, it was now four in the morning. Isabella told him Glen left at 21:00 and rang her when he got to the station. He should be in town in a half hour.

Theodore picked up Isabella's phone that was on the table in front of the sofa. He got on the phone by Isabella's thumbprint, and texted Glen, pretending to be her.

Isabella; meet me by the tree in the park on Millway drive. I don't want much noise when you come here. Please.

Once he sent the text, he deleted the text from her phone, and put the phone back the way it was, without making any noise.

He walked to the bedroom where his luggage was and changed into all black clothing. He put on a beanie and gloves so that there isn't any of his DNA anywhere. He left

his phone where it was and grabbed his pocket knife he brings everywhere he goes. 'In case of an emergency' he always told himself, and his backpack of extra clothes that he's going to need.

He carefully walked out of the apartment quietly and out the building.

He walked to the park where he told Glen to meet isabella. The park wasn't far from the building, but when he got to the park, Glen would be on the bus, going to the destination.

Five minutes came by and Theodore saw a man. He was tall. But not as tall as him. Probably 5'11? His hair was a shade like Isabella's. He looked old. Forty-five? Somewhere around there.

Glen looked up at Theodore and asked; "Who the hell are you?"

"Those shouldn't have been your choice of last words." the voice said.

It was 5:48 by the time Theodore was done.

He came back from the lake where he and Glen spitted ways. Well Theodore left him there actually. And when he got back to the apartment, it was 6:36. Isabella and his mother were still asleep.

Theodore quickly changed into the clothes he was wearing when he and Isabella were on the sofa only three hours

ago. He carefully laid how he was before and held isabella. He ran his fingers through her chocolate brown hair, "you're going you be okay now." he whispered to the sleeping girl. "No one can ever hurt you when you're with me. You're safe."

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