╭⋆⋰☆⋱⋆⋰⍣⋱⋆⋰☆⋱⋆╮ ❛ HOMECOMING ❜ S 02 ; E 04 ╰⋆⋰☆⋱⋆⋰⍣⋱⋆⋰☆⋱⋆╯
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The closer we got to the address in the letter, the more talkative everyone got. Energy was high, hope was abundant, and adrenaline was pounding in my veins. As we pulled up, the houses seemed to get bigger and bigger, like the shit you see in movies.
"Yeah, they're a bunch of fancy people. They've had three governors in the family," Kie explained about the Limbrey family.
"Three? Jesus."
"That's gotta be nepotism."
"Right?"
"These Kooks make our Kooks look like Pogues," JJ said as Pope parked, the house beside us ginormous. There was a black fence with a supersized version of barbed wire on top, my stomach sinking.
"You sure this is the place, Pope?" I looked out the window at the front gate, skeptical.
"Pretty sure," Pope said, voice quiet.
"All right," JJ opened the door, and everyone else took this as our signal to get out of the car and stand in front of the building. "Fat City, for sure."
Pope held up the letter and double-checked the address. "Twenty-seven King Street."
"Talk about home security," JJ looked up at the fence, squinting in the morning light.
I winced. "No, J—"
"Are those spikes to keep people out?"
"No," Kie shook her head.
"The slave quarters are over there," Pope motioned to the small structure and sighed. "These spikes were to keep people in."
With another look between the four of us, we made our way to the door, and Pope used the knocker to knock three times. They echoed loudly.
"You think that was too much?" He glanced toward JJ.
"It echoed the entire house, that's for sure," The blonde replied, staring at the door.
"They definitely heard it," I chirped.
"Maybe nobody's home," Kie added, my stomach churning. We were too late.
Pope, determined, moved forward to use the knocker again, and by the third knock, the door opened. An older man, his face a little crooked looking and littered with scars, leaned on the doorframe and scanned over the four of us, landing on Pope.
"You must be Pope," He pointed toward the boy, who glanced at JJ.
"Um," Pope looked back to the man before us. "Are you Mr. Limbrey?"
"Ms. Limbrey was expecting you yesterday," The man replied, emphasizing the 'Ms.'.
"Oh, I'm... I'm sorry. My car broke down on the way up here."
