Runaway - A DEVIL'S NIGHT FANFICTION (PTBR + ENG)

Chapter 11 - Ivar

Good evening, everyone!

I was asked if you guys could do edits with Nini and the answer is OBVIOUSLY YES! In my tiktok there are a bunch that I made myself, but feel free to make one if you want too and please, tag me.

Nowadays...

As soon as I closed my mouth, I realized the truth of what I was saying. She was in my car. I had her. For that whole day until sunset. No pretenses, no interruptions, and alone.

I snort softly as I remember my father and Uncle Will asking me to go after her and try to get closer, as if they were asking me for a favor and didn't have a clue.

I press my fingers on the steering wheel and keep waiting for her to start talking, but Nini stays in her sulky position, looking at the window and as far away from me as possible. I huff and continue enjoying the warm sensation on my cheek from where she slapped me.

How do I get her to talk?

"So, are you ready to quit the cheerleading squad yet?"

She opens her mouth in surprise at the change of subject and the absurdity of my question. She would never quit.

"Why would I do that?" - she asks, turning to me.

"Because Beth is picking on you and making you sweat at practice, isn't that right?" - I question, teasing her. – "I bet you must be tired and exhausted after such an intense week of training..."

She tilts her head to the side and uncrosses her arms, watching my expression.

"I can't tell if you are serious or messing with me," she assumes, and I know I have her full attention at that moment. There we go.

But it doesn't take long before I take my eyes off the road and into hers, and in that half second, she realizes that I am joking.

"You're an idiot," she grumbles, leaning back in her seat and letting out a sigh. – "It's ridiculous, boring, and I can't stand having to jump around and make mediocre openings to keep up the pattern."

I laugh, unable to contain myself and pleased that I managed to get her to talk again.

"But you won't give up," I say.

"Of course I won't. This town doesn't have a proper gymnasium, I don't have a car or even the license to drive to Meridian or any nearby town to look for one, and it is at least a distraction as well as an occupation of my time. That way I spend less time in that house and off the radar," she assumes, shrugging.

"Off the radar?"

"Out of the house. Away from it all and alone."

"Do you really believe that Uncle Will killed your father?" - I ask with the caution of someone moving through a minefield.

She takes a deep breath and runs both hands through her hair.

"I know that's what happened, Ivarsen," she confesses.

"And you are afraid of him for this?"

She hesitates, trying to organize her thoughts.

"I don't know. It doesn't make sense. None of it does," she assumes, frowning. – "The man who killed my father, makes funny voices while reading stories to his youngest, and hugs my aunt as if she were the most important thing on the planet. And they treat me well."

"Did you expect them to treat you badly?" - I ask without understanding.

"I don't know what I expected, but it definitely wasn't that," she says with a sigh and turns his face to the window again.