Chapter 8, Continued, Again

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As soon as we opened the front door of the safe house, Nada started yelling at us. More specifically, me. A bunch of stuff about getting a phone call from Rush and being immature and stupid and unsafe, I don’t know, I wasn’t really listening to be honest. But once she was done I got yelled at by the Hudson parents for endangering their kid. But before they could get very far, I walked away. Completely ignoring them. I went downstairs to my makeshift room and started packing all of my stuff. We would leave tomorrow—Gideon, Amanda, Finn and I. To Michigan, a small town where I could get a cheap apartment for us. A close knit community and a decent school system. Once I was packed, I went back upstairs to tell Gideon the plan and started packing all of Finn's things. The rest of the day went by slowly, nothing really happened so I just sat on my air mattress (that I would be taking with me when we left) and planned out a rough budget estimate for Michigan.

The next morning, I deflated the mattress, packed all of our stuff into Oliver's car, and then sat at the breakfast table to eat before we left. Olivia wandered into the kitchen while I was feeding Finn and gave me a hug, wishing me luck wherever I was going. Noah just waved as we left, not really bothering to do much else. Amanda, Lizzy and Anton were all heartbroken that they had to say goodbye to each other and it took at least twenty minutes to convince Lizzy that she had to stay with Nada, but we finally made it out the door and into the SUV. "Okay everyone," Gideon said, buckling himself into the passenger seat, "let's get this show on the road."
"To Gladwin, Michigan." I said, doing one last check to make sure the kids were buckled before I backed out of the driveway. "And away from heartbreak." I added quietly. And then we drove away without another glance back. Unlike Orpheus. We started a new future, one that wasn't defined by who our parents were or who we were raised to be. All the while blasting some good old Irish music from the speakers.

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