Finding Love

Chapter 44

Thirty minutes earlier..

Lynn's POV

I close the door to our apartment before leaning back against it. I close my eyes, letting out a long breath.

I am exhausted.

And fucking confused.

And scared.

Because I have no clue what to do.

Alora is somehow the daughter of Jayson Hendrix.

She is somehow involved in the world I've feared all my life.

She's involved in the world we've spent the last three years running from.

And I'm actually considering staying for her.

She could kill me.

If she's the daughter of Jayson Hendrix- if she's simply a part of the Hendrix family, she could do a lot worse than just kill me.

But I trust her not to.

Because Alora, ironically, has become my safe space.

And I fucking love her.

Enough that I'm going to put my literal life on the line just to trust her. Trust that she won't hurt me- hurt us.

Trust that she won't make me regret this decision-

"We have to leave" AJ tears me from my thoughts.

I freeze, opening my eyes immediately to see him staring at me from the kitchen, a cold bottle of water in his hands that he likely got from the fridge.

"What?" I mumble. "It's time to leave" AJ repeats, before walking to his bedroom, disappearing inside.

I feel panic start to form inside me.

I..I saw AJ talking with Becca before we left. I assumed..that he was on the same page as me.

That we love them enough to risk it.

But he...

I quickly push off the door and run to his room. Inside, I see him shoving the few shirts he has into an all-too-familiar black backpack.

"That's not the solution to this" I blurt. "What happened to figuring out if we can trust them and then-".

"That was bullshit" AJ scoffs, cutting me off. "Jayson will figure it out. We need to leave- now. Pack your bag" He mutters, closing the door to his wardrobe harshly.

"No- I'm not leaving!" I scoff, annoyed he won't even give five minutes to try to figure out this problem. No- he just jumped to running away again.

"Yes, you are" AJ mutters, not even looking at me as he tugs the zipper on his bag closed, before dropping it on the floor.

"We aren't even in danger AJ!" I yell at him, pissed off.

I'm used to leaving abruptly.

Or coming home from work to find AJ packing.

When you're on the run- you don't have the time to take your time. You up and leave within the hour, and figure it out on the road.

I'm used to AJ telling me we're leaving- no room for debate.

Because I trust him with my life.

Because I trust him to keep me safe.

And he knows what he's doing.

He's spent most of his life running. He knows how to survive. So of course, when he tells me it's time to go, I don't question it.

Maybe because I've never been attached to any place we've stayed at.