Runaway - A DEVIL'S NIGHT FANFICTION (PTBR + ENG)

Chapter 44 - Nini

Good evening, everyone.

Without realizing the coincidence that today is "Day of the Dead" until just now, I bring you the latest chapter of Runaway. I mean, you all know this fanfic is incomplete, but... this is the last chapter I've written so far, and as I've mentioned before, unfortunately, I have no plans to continue writing at the moment.
It's impossible to express in words my gratitude to all of you who stayed here, reading, liking, and commenting on each chapter, but still, I want to say thank you.
I truly hope that someday I'll feel motivated enough to write again, but for now, this is it.
Even so, I hope you enjoy the reading.
And feel free to comment or, if you'd like, to reach out and chat with me.

See you.

Nowadays...

"This is so humiliating," I mumble quietly so as not to wake Indie or Finn, crossing my arms and frowning as I stare out the window of the room I'm staying in.

"There's nothing humiliating about this, Nini," Ivar's sleepy voice tries to comfort me over the phone. "Just wait a bit while Uncle Will gets dressed to take you."

"I don't need anyone to take me anywhere, Ivar," I complain, moving out of the room with just my phone. "I knew I shouldn't have called you over something so silly."

"Oh, really? And what was your plan? Sneak out to get the car keys in the middle of the night, without anyone knowing, and drive around while pregnant in a state you don't even know well?" he asks, teasing me. "All this just to find some candy?"

"Don't judge me for it; it's not really my fault," I answer, still whispering, rolling my eyes and letting them fall on my belly. "Actually, it's partly your fault too, you know?"

"I know, and I wish I were there with you to go find this damn licorice, Nini," he says with a sigh that turns into a yawn.

I mimic his yawn, my eyebrows pulling together as I hear a door close behind me, and Will approaches, stretching his body but with a goofy smile on his face.

"I know, we really tried to get you to come along, but here we are. Miles apart, and all because Will Grayson III insists on his stupid rule that we can't spend the night in the same room," I repeat the speech, rolling my eyes again at Will, who takes one of my earbuds to say:

"Go back to sleep, Ivarsen. I'll accompany her," he announces, hanging up the call and gesturing for me to go downstairs.

I do as he says, but not without making a face and grabbing my earbud back from his hand.

It was mid-March, and we had gone to visit some of Will's family in Pennsylvania, which had caused me a few moments of anxiety since I would be introduced as the two's adopted daughter. It had taken almost a month of persuasion to get me to accept the idea and come along.

But the trip had gone smoothly up to that point, when, right in the middle of St. Patrick's Day, I woke up in the middle of the night craving nothing more than to bury my face in a bag of black licorice.

"Nini, for me to know where to go, you have to tell me what we're looking for," Will calls out, minutes after starting the car and driving down the deserted streets due to the hour.

"Black licorice in candy form. Warmed just enough to get a little gooey and sticky... and in a transparent plastic bag," I answer, my mouth watering even though I don't understand the craving.

"Why does it have to be in a transparent plastic bag?"

I slump my shoulders and turn my face toward the window.