"What?"
"You heard me," She says again. "I want you to come home."
And that's the moment when I mentally slap myself to get me to wake up from this dream.
"You...want...me...to...come...home?"
"Yes." She says again and looks concerned. "Are you...feeling ok?"
I don't actually have an answer to that question but if I really needed to give an answer, probably not.
Because I start laughing. Straight up laughing like a maniac.
"Ok, sister, ya got me." I say between breaths. "Where the camera's at?"
She looks at me like I'm mad, and I don't blame her. "Alex, there are no cameras." She looks at the floor. "I really do want you to come home."
I cock an eyebrow and look at her intensely, "Why should I?"
"Because..."
"Because?"
"Because do you really think the best thing for you is a tacky uniform and a gun?"
I don't answer her and neither one of us say anything for what feels like forever.
"Ah, there you two are." Hayleigh and I turn and see grandma standing a couple meters away. She smiles at me. "So will you be joining us?"
I'm just about to respond with "no way, no day." when suddenly something holds me back, almost like a string, a mental string pulling those words back. And suddenly something else emerges, the response which I never thought I'd say if I was ever asked this question.
"Ok."
I have to admit, this chapter wasn't my best work but it's important for the story, ok? It gets better from here, I promise.
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The Day Her Villaism Died
Narrativa generaleOne girl. 2 sides of the story Who knew the mayor's daughter could turn out to be evil? No one for sure. But what's even more surprising to Alex is when her twin sister Hayleigh, the hero, the good girl, the angel, asks her to come back home...she s...
