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The nerves gradually came up my body at the next action that was the most riskiest thing I've ever done. Maybe not. Nevertheless, knowing that if they found me sneaking back into the house after two weeks, the consequences were going to be unmatched, and this time critical. But with everything they've put me through, I have escaped with the help of the pouges, and it will keep ending that way since we can't live without each other. And we couldn't let anyone go, we couldn't disappoint. And I couldn't disappoint John B by backing down on the risky plan I chose to choose to save everyone from this misery.
"He's not in there. We're good." JJ softly informed me, while he secretly peeked into my father's light-colored car. "Perfect," I mumbled, nodding my head while we slowly and quietly walked up the steep driveway, attempting not to make a sound that could give us away.
"Well, my mom's not home. So maybe this can be a better experience, less people?" I whispered, feeling both of his veiny hands land on my shoulders, tightly grasping them.
"You got this, darling. But are you sure you wanna do this? A little Dad Theft Auto?" He questioned, before I rolled my dark eyes, and threw out a scoff.
"No. But I have to." We finally made it to the wooden steps of my house that led to the porch, before we stopped in front of them.
"Breathe, you got this. Text me if anything, and I'll get you out of there." JJ promised me, sending me a final tight grasp, as I quietly hummed.
"I will. Give me a minute. Wait for me by the side of the other side of the car, I don't want them to see you." I demanded, cocking my head towards the turned-off vehicle sitting in the driveway, watching him instantly nod his head.
"Yes, ma'am. Good luck, you got this." He leaned over, pressed his thin lips against my cheeks, and rushed off, causing some part of my nerves to ease over and wash over my head.
"You got this, Maddie," I murmured, closing my dark eyes, and letting out a deep exhale of negativity and nervousness.
Once I opened my eyes, I started taking silent and light steps on the small steps of the wooden stairs before I made it to the neat and organized patio. My feet moved towards the front door before they stopped, and my slim hands began filling up with moisture and sweat at the upcoming action.
"Oh my god, oh my god," I whined, placing one of my hands on the doorknob, and lightly twisting it before I heard it quietly unlock in my grasp.
"Kill me, kill me, kill me." I kept whining, slowly pressing the front door open, and peeking my head through, noticing an empty and neat living room and kitchen.
