(✓) iv.| 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐈𝐑𝐂𝐋𝐄, 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝.

⁵³ its time

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TIME WAS INEVITABLE, a man made concept. time essentially doesn't exist and was created with the sun rising and the sun setting, there is no beginning or end to time.

it's all linear, it doesn't exist.

miles gasped as he felt the object being taken off his head, his eyes opening at a fast rate as he glanced around the room before his eyes fell on violettas father, who was pissed.

"—where the hell is your friend?" he angrily asked, miles swallowed thickly before he shook his head, "i have no clue" he honestly answered, he truly didn't know what the hell was going on.

"bullshit! that wasn't supposed to happen!" the man slammed his hand on the table, causing miles to furrow his brows before responding,

"then what was supposed to happen? a butterfly effect? for what?" miles asked him, remembering timothees words, the man's jaw hardened before he shook his head, looking like he was in distress.

miles was just confused.

he really had no idea what was going on.

"tell me where the fuck your friend is!" violettas dad snapped at miles, causing him to stand up from his seat, "i told you i don't fucking know!" he angrily shouted back,

but a voice running down a hall broke them out of their little argument.

a familiar voice.

"COME AND FUCKING GET ME YOU BIG HEADED BITCH! LONG HEADED ASS BUILT LIKE A GEOMETRY EQUATION LOOK LIKE THE SLOPE EQUATION Y=MX+B FACE ASS MOTHERFUCKER!" the voice screamed down the hall,

"noah?" miles questioned in confusion as he snapped his head in that direction at the same time violettas father did, a sigh of relief finding itself escaping his lips as he spoke, noah was safe.

they got noah, and he was... in the same building?

he couldn't tell if he was more shocked at the fact that noah was in the same building as him or the fact that noah knew that y=mx+b.

violettas father slammed his hand on the table once again before opening the drawer quickly, in one swift motion handcuffing miles' hand to the corner of the table.

"what the fuck!" miles shouted as he rattled his hand before looking up to the man with wide eyes, but he was taking steps backwards while facing miles,

"try to escape and i swear to god lexie and lyla are done for" he lowly said before swinging the door open and bolting down the hall into noah's direction,

miles' heart dropped into his chest before he sat down slowly at the table shutting his eyes as he did so.

violettas dad knew where to strike miles, and it was going to work every. single. time.

but he didn't know how much longer he had with lexie, considering the last time she looked at him she looked like she never wanted to look at him again.

and nothing hurt his confused self more.

—

noah sat in a chair angrily, his hands handcuffed behind the back of the chair as violettas father stood in front of him with nothing short of a murderous look on his face.