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Broken pt 2

Tw: death, violence, and talk of death

After the final school bell rang, Walker hurriedly made his way to Yn's house, a mix of anticipation and anxiety swirling inside him. The thought of what they were about to undertake sent chills racing down his spine, and he couldn't shake the feeling that today would change everything. He paused for a moment, imagining the whirlwind of emotions that Yn must be experiencing.

In truth, her feelings were far more intense than his. Yn was battling a storm within herself; the prospect of facing their challenge made her heart race and her blood run cold. A deep emptiness settled in her stomach as she recalled her promise to herself: never to revisit this chapter of her life. Yet, despite the haunting memories and the weight of her past, she knew that what lay ahead was too significant to ignore. It was a risk she had to take, no matter how daunting it felt.

Yn carefully packed her bag, selecting items she believed would be useful for the night ahead. Methodically, she added a compact handgun, a sturdy flashlight, a well-stocked first aid kit, a lock picking kit, and a versatile pocket knife. Each item felt essential, a precautionary measure for whatever adventures lay in store.

Just as she zipped up her bag, a sharp knock echoed through the hallway, causing her heart to race. Before she could reach the door, her mom swung it open, revealing a boy standing on the porch.

"Oh! Hi there," her mom greeted, a hint of surprise in her voice.

"Is Yn here?" Walker asked, his eyes scanning the interior, excitement shimmering in his gaze.

Yn dashed down the stairs, her heart skipping as she joined her mother. "Hey Scobell! Ready for the sleepover?" she asked, her voice filled with enthusiasm.

"Yeah, I thought I'd pick you up," Walker replied, his smile infectious.

Yn's mom exchanged a knowing look with her daughter, a mix of affection and caution. "Thanks! Well, I'll see you tomorrow morning, Mom! I love you!" Yn said quickly, wrapping her arms around her mother in a warm embrace.

"Alright, just promise me you won't do anything too reckless. I'll come get you sooner than you can blink if I have to," her mom added with a playful smile, though Yn could sense the seriousness behind her words. Yn acknowledged the warning, fully aware that her mother meant it. As she turned to leave, she felt a rush of excitement mingled with a tinge of nervousness about the night ahead..

The night was thick with darkness, a heavy shroud that wrapped around them as she felt her anger simmering in the pit of her stomach. The cold, desolate parking lot stretched before them, its emptiness amplifying her frustration. "Hey? You good?" Walker asked, concern etched on his face as they stepped out of the vehicle.

"Never better," she snapped, her voice laced with irritation as she knelt to pick the lock of an old, abandoned car. The metallic click echoed in the stillness of the night. She could sense his hesitation as he tried to offer reassurance; "I knew this must be hard for you," he ventured, but she swung the door open, almost slamming it into him.

"Get in," she commanded coolly, sliding into the driver's seat with a sense of urgency. Walker hesitated for a moment before sliding in beside her. "Do you know how to drive?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

"My grandfather taught me," she replied curtly, her fingers deftly gripping the steering wheel as the engine roared to life. They both fell into an uneasy silence as they sped away, the dark road ahead seeming to mirror her turbulent thoughts.

Yn's gaze remained locked on the winding, rain-slicked road, while Walker observed her intently, oblivious to the small scar etched along her jawline or the long, faded mark that flared across the front of her hand. The way her eyes seemed to capture a moment—frozen, troubled—only deepened his sense of her beauty; it was as if layers of pain clung to her like shadows.