Just a waitress (a jace Norman fanfic)

Chapter 41- the getaway

Christine's pov
Today is the day. I'm running away with jace today. I just have to make it to tonight. I don't have work today but that just gives me extra time to prepare. I packed a bag with some clothes and food. I still had that wonder in my mind though. Who was Ann? What had happened to her? What was the connection to the attic? I would find out before I left. I was going to the attic. Mrs. Sanders would be asleep until 9:00 so I had half an hour. I snuck into the house. I climbed the spiral staircase that led to the upstairs hall. Then I crept quietly to the door that led to the stairs to the attic. I opened the door and climbed the steep stairs. Then I came to another door that led to the attic. It was locked. I jiggled it a few times just to make sure, but it was in fact, locked. I heard a noise downstairs so I dashed back to the kitchen and got her breakfast. But I still wanted to get into that attic. And I know just who had the key. Mrs. Sanders. And I know just how to get them. Mrs. Sanders always takes a nap at 5:00. Then once she's asleep I can sneak into her room, steal the keys, find out what she's hiding up there, if it's bad I'll take pictures so I can later turn her in to the cops. Then I will sneak out and make it to the diner by 6:00 and jace and I will leave and never have to see this place again. I did my chores and kept my head down for the rest of the day. Until it was time for me to make my move. "I'm going to take my nap." Mrs. Sanders announced. "And I care because?" I convincingly sassed her. "Watch your attitude miss." She snapped and went to her room. Lucky for me she is a really loud snorer. I could hear from all the way downstairs when she was asleep. So I knew it was time to make my move. I snuck into her room. Man, she even looks ugly asleep. I quickly but quietly searched her pockets and drawers but no keys. I was really hoping it wouldn't come to this but it was the only place left. The drawer under her nightstand right by her head. I stepped carefully over there. Every step seeming to echo through the whole house. I made it to the nightstand. I was so close to her face I could feel her breath. I carefully opened the drawer. Suddenly it made a really loud squeak and I dropped to the floor. I waited, ears strained. But all I heard was the continuous sound k snoring. I got up and started looking through the drawer. At the very back was an old set of keys on a ring. I quickly took them and closed the drawer. Making sure it didn't squeak again. I stood up but mrs. Sanders started to stir. I froze. She turned over and continued to sleep. I imagined her having a dream about devouring small children for lunch. I creeped out of the room and ran to the attic stairs. I got up to the door but this time I didn't stop there. I tried every key until one worked and the door slowly creaked open. Behind the door laid a large dusty attic full of lots of junk. It looked like no one's been in here since the house was built. I scanned the room looking for something. What it was I don't know. My eyes fell on an old wooden trunk. I walked over and found it unlocked. I opened it to find a bunch of old letters and a journal. Why would there be a bunch of letters in here? And why does mrs. Sanders have to hide them? I removed the letters from the trunk and looked at them. They were all from the same person and addressed to the same person. From Edward Nelson, addressed to Cornelia sanders. I started reading the oldest one.

Letter one (C/T= Christine's thoughts.)
My dearest Cornelia. I love you more than the world. We deserve the life we had planned. I want to travel the world with you. Unfortunately, my parents have cut me off from my wealth. We have no money. I don't know how we will live. I want nothing more than to spend eternity with you. (C/T that sounds more like a punishment.) I promise that we will find a way to get money and live happily together. With all my love, (C/T which doesn't say much.) Edward Nelson.

Letter two
My lovely Cornelia. You are the smartest girl I have ever met. Your plan to restore our funds is perfect. You have married the extremely wealthy mr. Sanders. I know a guy who can take care of him. We will get everything once he's dead and we will be together forever. He will be dead within a week if all goes well. (C/T he's paying someone to kill him?! The poor mr. Sanders!) With all my love, (C/T which again, can't be that much!) Edward Nelson.