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WHILE IN A TRAVEL, Y/N shivered, the wind hits her as She leaned into the motorcycle. She knew that she had to get to Ambrose, fast. She knew that the cops were out there, maybe not actually in Ambrose but definitely passing through or will stay near the road of the Ambrose. She groaned as she muttered a curse under her breath, she twisted the throttle as the engine growled loudly. Her speed increased after she knew that the sun was now rising..
Y/N was driving peacefully that's until she heard a loud bass music. A music that disturbed her silence or peace. She glanced over as she caught a glimpse of a red car beside her. The window rolled down and revealed two teenagers. A blonde girl, wearing a short black skirt, white polo shirt with the corset tightly wrapped around her waist, and lastly a lollipop inside her mouth but her lips formed a smirk. Next to her is a blonde boy in casual clothes. They were both laughing and the boy yelled "Hey! nice old junk!"
Y/N ignored them but when the girl stated "Bet she got it from her old pops who's probably laying on the hospital dead-" Y/N's blood ran cold as took out her gun and didn't let the girl finish her sentence. Her focus remained on the road but her hand pressed the trigger. Two quick shuts as she shoots the car's tires.
The teenagers then screamed and let out a gasp. Y/N increase her speed as she left them behind, she couldn't help but to laugh as she heard them calling out to her and screaming. She parked the bike and flopped down on the bench. After hours of travelling, She had to take a quick stop. The sky was bright. It was only, 6:50 AM and everything felt peaceful and quiet.
Those waves crashing on the shore, it made her think of back when her parents would bring her back here. The Laughter, the smile...it just felt.. good.. She missed That but now.. she's not afraid to be alone or die. She's afraid to fail over and over again. Every time she messed up.. She felt like something was tightly clenching her heart, squeezing the air out. It is normal to make mistakes, but yet.. each time she fails. Each time she made a mistake. She felt like she was punched in the gut. It's as if she's not enough.
"H-hide..." His voice was so weak that it almost sounded like a whisper. She stood frozen, her eyes fixed on him, his face is all pale and he's covered in blood. Her heart is pounding fast, she holds her breath as soon as she feels her heart starts clenching tightly inside her chest. The footsteps echoed on the wooden floor, each step and thud only makes her feel as if she's slowly getting sucked into the Abbys. She then was grabbed by him as he put her inside the cabinet and he locked the cabinet. His lips curled up to a weak smile as he muttered..
"Ḯ̵̩ ̷̢̳́̚͝f̵̢̬̰͚̽o̷̝̠͎̖͂̎̂̾ŕ̶͔̳̮ǧ̶͔͙̞̀̈́i̶̬͓̹͒̓̇-̵͕̥̘͝͝ I will never forgive you."
Her breath hitched and a choked gasp escaping her lips. Her chest ached as soon as she got a sudden flashback. She brushed her hair back as she tried to relax herself and not let out any breakdowns in public. She snatched her helmet and with a swift movement, she swung her leg over the motorcycle and started the engine.
She'll just have to finish her work and after that she can finally rest.
