𝐓𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬

|33|WE COULD BE CIVILIZED|

Guess who's not dead 🌚. Me!!

I've just been hella busy 😭.

This chapter was supposed to drop yesterday oo 😭. Y'all have Airtel's shitty network to blame for that sha.

Anyways, this chapter is dedicated to ujuritaellianna 😗💞.

Enjoy 🥂✨

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But somewhere within me, I decided I didn't want to be so headstrong anymore.

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~[VICTORIA]~

"You've got to be kidding me." I gaped at Tracy, wide eyed. Really, she just had to be shitting us.

"Nah, you cannot be serious." Even Chris, as daring as he was, was not down for Tracy's preposterous idea.

"Look," her eyes swept across our faces as she sported the most serious expression ever. "That's the only way we can force information out of him."

"Wait oo..." Chris backed up, squinted at the girl. "You're actually serious?"

"Dead serious."

"Ah." Was all Jason could let out in his shocked state, observing his friend like he thought she had completely lost her mind.

"Th-this might be the only way I'll get to see my mother." She struggled, but she couldn't fight the croak in her voice. The strength she was trying so hard to hold on to was already slipping out of her grip. "I have to see my mother."

"This is not a way, Tee." Chris told her frankly. "Kidnapping your father? Ain't no way."

"But-"

"Tracy, no." Chris cut her off with his voice soft yet firm. It was very clear, nothing was going to change his mind.

And to be very honest, nothing was going to change mine either. Kidnap someone's father? The last time I checked, I wasn't Evans.

It was the way she had said it so nonchalantly for me, like she had expected us all to go 'yeah, we've been wondering when you were going to ask.'

She was still staring at us, eyes roaming our faces, carefully studying us and waiting for one of us to somehow give in.

But I guess nobody was ready to be a criminal. Because Chris did not look like he was ready to falter in his stance, and Jason was looking at everything but her face. Me? I was just looking around too, I was sure as hell not going to be the one to break the thick silence that had wrapped around our necks, threatening to choke us.

And that was when I realized that we were the only ones left in there, save for the creepy waiters of course.

So, we were just there, shrinking under Tracy's scrutiny. Except Chris, of course, he looked as calm as ever. Until Tracy's low voice, barely above a whisper, slashed through the heavy silence and had us fixing our gazes on her.