Chapter Twelve
MarebelaI was wondering if I made a mistake.
I dumped the mixture of batter into a big bowl just like the instructions said.
I was in the kitchen trying to figure out how to bake brownies.
Gunn doesn't know I was doing this but he did say I could find something to keep me busy while he was gone working.
This was what I chose.
I followed the instructions on the back of the box. I preheated the oven.
I found a baking pan from one of his cub boards.
It slipped out of my hand and dropped on the floor. It made a loud clashing noise. I jumped up.
"Shoot," I whispered.
I bent down and grabbed the grey pan before dumping the batter into it.
I then put the pan with the brown batter into the oven and shut it closed.
That was when it happened.
Everything seemed to be going okay but I started to smell a weird scent.
I looked at the oven and saw smoke coming out of it.
How was that possible?
I just put the brownies in a second ago.
I started to panic. I didn't know what to do. Gunn would kill me.
I quickly rush over to the oven and turned it off. I then grabbed a hand towel. I waved it over the smoke to try and get rid of it. But it wasn't working. It only caused more smoke to come out.
Stepmother would lock me in the basement forever if she found out I set a fire in her home.
Would Gunn do the same?
I didn't want to find out.
I couldn't think of anything else to do.
I opened the oven and took the brownies out. They were still raw and didn't look burnt whatsoever.
I looked again and I noticed something else in the oven.
It must have been in there since I preheated the oven.
It was a piece of paper. How did it get in there in the first place?
It was still on fire. I took it out with tongs and blew it out.
It was really burnt and I could barely make out what it said. But it looked like it was in handwriting, like a handwritten note.
What was it doing in the oven?
The smoke slowly started to go away but you could still smell the stench in the air.
I went over to the window at the back of the apartment and opened it. There was a ledge and then a staircase that led to the side of the restaurant.
The staircase was rusted and had many little holes in it but it looked steady. It was still safe to go down.
Hopefully, this will get rid of the smell before Gunn came back or even noticed.
I carefully put the note on the small table right beside the door. I was careful not to tear it apart even more.
I wanted to ask Gunn about it but didn't know how to bring it up.
I was so confused about this.
I could barely make out the printing. I had no idea what it said.
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Teen FictionHappy and naive, eighteen year old, Mare Westwood never told a lie and relied an awful lot on pinky promises. She wouldn't be able to live by herself. She had been protected all her life. She hadn't been able to leave her giant mansion. Once she fi...