"The course of true love never did run smooth." ~ William Shakespeare
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Kailani Hummel, an innocent small-town genderfluid teenager, gets sucked into a world that seems like only they can navigate in an attempt to save everyone they love. Will Qu...
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Holden squeezed the steering wheel of the stolen truck as August's crying echoed off the walls of the pickup. He glanced in the rearview mirror and shook his head, regretting ever trying to find the missing brat again.
"Why won't she shut up?" Holden asked, looking to Hunter as the man ate his burger like they hadn't just turned August into a child and strapped her in the bag seat the second she was unhooked from their testing equipment. "Hunter, do something!"
"I told you this was a bad idea." Hunter mumbled as he chewed, motioning to the bandages on his leg. "I also said that breaking into the Jones house was a horrible idea. Vaughn set us up to get bit by that—"
His tired eyes continued to flicker to the rearview mirror as August wailed in distress. He wasn't sure how old she was, but throwing on the jacket they had and duct-taping it to the child wasn't helping keep their profile down low. Everyone noticed a weirdly dressed child with two uncomfortable men easily.
"Do something!" Holden yelled, reaching out and smacking Hunter in the head. "You're her dad! Do something!"
Hunter turned and watched August cry for a moment. Her face was deep red, and her blue eyes were glossed over with tears. A small fear of failure washed over him once he realized he would have to raise August to understand their plan and reject everything she once knew. He looked around and grabbed a french fry from his fast food carton, holding it toward the toddler.
"French fry, Auggie?" Hunter grunted when Holden smacked him again. "What the fuck is your problem?"
"Don't call her what her parents do! You might trigger her or something. You want her on our side!"
"Fine." Hunter returned his eyes to August as the little girl sniffled and relased a small hiccup. He smirked when she accepted the entire box of french fries, chewing on the fried potato with only quiet whimpers. "That'a girl, Au...stin? Austin!"
"Smart. Austin. Austin Ryan. Good." Holden nodded and sighed for some much-needed relief. "One of three isn't bad. We'll find them before Bryan gets back and everything will be fine."
"Maybe we should get more french fries too." Hunter tilted his head as August fisted a bunch of fries and tried to eat them. He watched as her fist dropped the rest of the container in the process, staring down at it with a bubbling lip around a fry. "Oh, yeah. We need to stop at Mcdonolds."
