Leaving the room, I turned off the light and walked down the hallway to see what other rooms there were. A bathroom, a hallway closet, a room with two beds and a chest full of toys that must be Anton and Noah's, and the parents' room. Pretty basic house setup upstairs, let's see what's downstairs. I went down the stairs and ended up in what looked like the living room. There were two couches facing each other, a coffee table on top of a rug in between them, a TV, and two bookshelves on either side of the TV. I rounded the corner to where Oliver and Hannah were still talking and looked around, a large table and chairs, a china cabinet and a grandfather clock. It must be the dining room. I was about to keep going when I felt a hand on my arm. I spun and glared at Oliver until he took his hand off of me. He told me that they were discussing my friend Bex and my heart skipped a beat. I tried to calm my steadily rising anxiety and fear. That must have been his plan though, because the next thing I knew she was awake and in control. Hannah gasped and Oliver gave me my antipsychotic pills that kept Bex asleep. I took one and just like that I was back in control, I left the room to keep exploring the house. Next I found myself in the kitchen and took note of where the knives were. There was another bathroom with laundry machines in it and a door to the back yard but other than that there was nothing else in the house.
The sound of the front door opening and closing came to my ears and I ran to the dining room where Oliver was. He must've seen the look in my eyes because he mouthed "husband" to me. I calmed myself and plastered on my smile. The Husband, Robin, came in the dining room and kissed Hannah on the forehead before turning and shaking Oliver's hand. He turned and came to shake my hand, I obliged, pulling my sleeve over my hand before lifting my robotic arm to his. Per Ollie’s instruction, I wasn't supposed to let anyone know that my arm was gone. We exchanged pleasantries before he turned to Oliver and Hannah to talk to them. After a bit, Oliver said that he had to leave and came to give me a hug. "Le do thoil ná fág mé anseo le foirfeacht teaghlaigh." (Please don't leave me here with family perfection.) I whispered to him as he opened the front door, even though I knew he couldn't understand it. "You'll be fine La. I promise. Remember rule four, okay?" With that he turned and left. Rule four was the only one that actually made sense to me. I’d never broken it. And I didn’t plan on changing that.
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The Queen Of Spades
AcciónWhat do you get when you mix an orphaned teenage spy fighting Nazi assassins with the melodramatic high school life of Ellsworth, Maine? A bloody mess (literally). But what happens when civilians get caught in the cross hairs? And what will it take...
