Finding Love

Chapter 47

Lynn's POV

I wake up in a bed that's not my own.

My heart stops in my chest, and panic temporarily freezes me before I'm hit with a familiar smell.

Slowly, I lean my head further into the pillow my head rested on and sniff it. The familiar smell of perfume has me relaxing.

Alora.

Glancing around, I slowly recognise the room as I wake up more. I see I'm in a big bed - her queen-sized one. I frown slightly confused at how I ended up here-

AJ.

It all rushes back to me, and I shoot up out of the bed. I catch a glimpse of the alarm clock on Alora's bedside table, and I see it's been an hour.

An hour.

Fuck!

I rush to the door, opening it and running out without a second thought. I'm in a hallway full of doors, and I swallow hard- my head spinning. Im unable to think straight.

I think back to the last time I was here- only a week ago.

I run in the direction of the stairs.

Rushing down, I stop at the front door.

The living room is empty.

The house is quiet.

Yet I know they're still here.

For whatever. reason, I hesitate to leave.

Maybe I should tell Alora. I..I dont want to go alone-

Fuck that.

No.

They don't understand how little time we have.

They'll waste it- They think I'm being crazy thanks to AJ telling them to not let me after him.

But I'm not being crazy.

They will kill him.

And I can't live without AJ.

He is the only family I have.

It was only me and my mam before I got taken. And she's long dead by now. AJ is all I have- and I'm all he has.

He has never once given up on me- and I won't give up on him, even if he has already given up on himself.

I will not let my brother die alone.

Sniffling, I try to search my brain for a plan. First things first, I need my keys. I check my pockets just as my eyes land on my duffle bag.

I remember our fight.

I remember how pissed I was.

I remember walking out the door with my bag without saying a single goodbye to him- I was so fucking pissed.

And so fucking stupid.

...I can't let that be our last conversation.

Running over to it, I zip it open and let out a breath of relief when I see my car keys tossed on top of some of the clothes I brought. I also spot my phone.

Grabbing it, I waste no more time before I run out the door in my bare socks. Over to my car, I climb in and slam the door shut.

With my hands on the wheel, I hesitate once again.

Staring at the house in front of me, I take note of the dozens of extra cars. They weren't here when I arrived an hour ago. They were all here when I first came here this afternoon though.