Just so we're clear, I thought the rappel and graveling hook was a great idea, but what my girl wants- she gets.
I like how that sounds.
My girl. My girl. My girl.
"Are you going to tell me why you have a ladder in your hand?" August asks tugging the hem of my shirt.
I grasp her tiny fingers, denying her from pulling away from my touch. "Curious girl." I tsk. A small giggle and a roll of her eyes is all I receive in response, which I could definitely deal with.
If she didn't like my first plan, she sure as hell isn't going to like this one.
Resting the ladder against the stone wall, I procced to type in the alternative gate code I installed.
2 14 01, my birthday.
If there is one thing Cal is stingy about, it's his house. Upgrades and modifications are constantly being done to it, I mean the guy gets pissed if a single window blind is out of place.
When I moved out I left all of my shit, sure I brought my boat and cars with me, but I could've easily abandoned those as well and bought new ones.
Leaving my clothes and furniture was 150 IQ on my end, I made Cal think I wasn't moving out permanently and it subtracted the troubles of the packing/moving process.
Being here feels weird, almost wrong in a sense.
Being here feels like anything but home.
August's hand fidgets with mine as I quietly open the side gate and guide her to the left side of the house where Lilah's room is located.
"Her room light is on. Let's just hope it's the only one on in the house." I whisper, mainly to myself, but I don't want to blindside August.
Cal is no joke.
His ego is bigger than the amount in his checking account and if things don't go the way he wants them to, hell arises.
I'd like to avoid hell at all costs tonight.
"Don't tell me we're climbing up there."
"We're not climbing up there." I assure, lining the ladder up directly with the window. Lilah and I religiously used this ladder when I was in high school.
Sneaking out was the only escape from this toxic ass household so we keep this ladder hidden near the neighbors place.
August's hand shoots out to my forearm, gripping so tight I'm surprised blood doesn't start dripping down on the grass beneath us.
"Ow?" I chuckle, the more I pull back the harder she digs, so I stay still.
"Clarify for me, Cameron."
"Yes ma'am, so practically-"
"Don't yes ma'am me. You're in trouble."
Shit.
"Let me make this more clear for you, Doll. We are not climbing up. I'm climbing up."
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