Catching the Waves~ JJ Maybank ᣵ¹&ᣵ²

Chapter Seventy Five. [S2]

** Please read the AUTHOR'S NOTE in the end**

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Every city's got a graveyard
A service bought and paid for
Now I'm sleepin' in the backyard
Passin' out as night turns into day

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Haven't I given enough, given enough?
Haven't I given enough, given enough?

Always the fool with the slowest heart
But I know you'll take me with you
We'll live in spaces between walls

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[A/N: plot of this scene is changed accordingly to fit the story.]

[T/W ⚠ : Fight scenes ahead, anxiety attack, dead corpse]

Third Person Perspective~

"OKAY, okay," Sarah breathed out as both the girls calmed down and stayed silent. Rory, standing beside Sarah, felt her nerves buzzing with a mix of excitement and anxiety. She took a steadying breath, glancing at Sarah, who gave her a nod of determination.

The two girls kept low, eyes wide and searching as they approached the truck parked in the driveway. Rafe's truck sat there like an obstacle between them and their goal, as if daring them to take a risk. 

Sarah climbed onto the small ramp on the side, pressing her nose against the passenger-side window and squinting into the dim interior.

"Oh, no..." she whispered, disappointment flashing across her face as she hopped down.

Rory immediately frowned, catching on to her meaning. "No key?"

Sarah shook her head, her shoulders slumping with frustration. "Nope," she replied, sighing heavily. Glancing back toward the stone wall where the boys stood hidden, she shook her head frantically in an attempt to communicate her dilemma. "I don't know what to do," she whispered urgently, though the boys couldn't possibly hear her. "We need the keys."

Rory's gaze followed Sarah's, and she saw the guys flailing wildly behind the wall, their arms gesturing in every direction, clearly trying to beckon them back. A wave of worry washed over her, and she looked toward the house, a frown deepening on her face.

"It's inside," she murmured as the realization struck her like a cold slap. The weight of it settled in her chest, and she looked up at the towering mansion. "Sarah, the keys are inside," Rory said, her voice a whisper of resolve. "We have to go."

"We're going inside. We'll be fine," Sarah called out softly, but firmly, still glancing back toward the boys and ignoring their exaggerated motions to come back. "We'll be fine."