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𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑦-𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑒 | 𝑏𝑜𝑠𝑠

LOGAN
~if this is Love by Ruth B.

I was lying in bed, looking at the ceiling and Twists was lying on top of me, just curled up asleep. I stroked her fur with my hand, which had just been washed and dried. It's been three days since Brook sent me the mailbox and the kiss happened between us. Those were the days I was so confused about everything. It feels like hell inside me just seeing her like this.

She couldn't even kiss me without crying. I really want to know what was going on in her head at that moment. I laid Twists aside on my bed and rolled onto my side. "Now I have only you." She looked at me with her wide eyes.

"Hey!" There was only one knock at the door, and then it was already thrown open. Twists immediately opened her eyes again and then got up from the bed to Gunnar, who burst into my room. "Now you scared her away." Twists rubbed herself against Gunnar's leg as he threw a large letter on my bed and took the cat in his arms.

"What's that?" I straighten up so that I sit up and took the letter in my hand. "A job for you. That's all I know." he shrugged. I turned the letter to the right side and already saw the many stamps and also the stamp for which I had been waiting weeks what felt like years.

I literally ripped open the letter. Gunnar was quite surprised that I didn't take it easy, as I pull out the stack of papers and quickly read through it. My eyes widened and my smile grew.

I finally got it. I got what got me out of this thing with Brook. I actually made it. Quickly I got up from my bed and took my shoes, so I can put them on fast as I can. Nor my jacket that was lying on the couch. "Where are you going?" I wasn't exactly able to answer.

I took my keys and papers with me so that I can drive to my parents' house. I felt a little silly because I grinned the entire way to my parent's house. No matter what they say now or whatever happens, they don't have a chance, and they will find out about it once they have it on their desk.

I parked my car in the driveway and saw someone looking at me through the window from the kitchen, the door opened immediately as I was about to knock. "Mister North." Eric was the one who opened the door for me. I went up the stairs, skipping one step at a time.

Eric ran after me as I burst into the door of my father's office with no knocks, but it was empty. "Mister North, what's going on?" Eric asked me, a bit startled by my demeanor. I turned to him and gained some air. "Where are my parents?" Eric looked at me.

"Unfortunately, they're at a meeting..." I slip through the small opening that Eric made for me in the door frame. My steps gained to the basement that lead to the large room in the house. Eric kept telling me that they have a meeting and they cannot be disturbed.

Oh, I know full well they can't be bothered. That makes my performance even better than I originally planned. Eric grabbed my wrist before I opened the big, large door, which had a second one next to it and was made of dark wood.