𝖊𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖓𝖊

𝖙𝖜𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖞 𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖊

bit short but read, vote, comment and enjoy!

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My birthday's coming up. I only know this because in the middle of December or in the end, my mother would tell me I'm this age or that age. So I'm going to turn 15 in a few days or weeks. And this will be the first time my mother doesn't carve a tally on my arm, or sell me to fifteen men. I'll be far away from it all, and I'll be safe with my brothers.

But what isn't fun or safe is knowing that I'm being followed.

As soon as I had left school, I was walking my usual way back home, except there was a black car slowly following me. Everytime I stopped, the car stopped. Every turn I made, the car made the exact turn.

Paranoia took over my heart, nerves skyrocketed, heart beating, thumping loudly. What was I supposed to do? I couldn't let them follow me home. And I couldn't take a picture of the license without being obvious and then being kidnapped.

First things first, I need to calm down. I can't think rationally or do anything if I'm an anxious mess.

Breathe in. Hold, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. Breathe out.

Breathe in. Hold, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. Breathe out.

Breathe in. Hold, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10. Breathe out.

Okay, now I need to get the license plate. I can't take a picture. So I could get someone else to give me the license plate. There was no one around though.

I could go into a store and ask the owner, granted they are sympathetic, hopefully they were.

Find a store, it is.

I walked quickly, aware of the car following me through my peripheral vision. Eventually, I found a convenience store a block ahead. I entered it, while the car parked right outside the store's front.

The bell jingled, and the girl behind the counter gave a friendly smile as I walked along the aisles. I had to pretend to buy something. So I might as well buy candy or food.

I ended up getting some potato chips with some soda. I placed it on the counter, while the girl ringed it up. "That'll be $2.50."

"Hey, can you help me?" I leaned forward, speaking quietly, hoping with all might she would say yes.

"Sure, what is it?" She frowned, eyes curious.

"You see the car outside?" I pointed outside. "It's been following me since I came out of school."

"No," she gasped, horror in her eyes.

"Yes."

"I'm so sorry. Do you want me to call the police?"

"No." I shook my head, but thankful. "I was wondering if you could tell me the license plate through the security camera. I can tell my brothers, and then they can take care of it."

"Overprotective brothers, huh. I understand. Let me just check right now, and then I'll come back."

A minute later, she came back with her phone in her hand. "KKQ 4772."

"Thank you so much."

"Of course. I do hope everything works in your favor. If I can do anything, let me know."

"Actually, if someone asks about me, don't tell them, unless they know this word." I typed it on my phone and showed her, as she leaned in to read it, nodding. "Thanks."

"Of course. No one should ever be followed, especially young girls."

"Yeah, well, many perverted men do it." I shrugged, weakly smiling because this was how my life was, unfortunately from one trouble to another.

"Good luck with everything."

"Thank you." I grabbed my bag and walked out the store, to see the driver straighten up from their slump.

What did they want from me? Who was following me? Was it one of the trio because Grubs was my teacher?

Why did my mother take me away from my brothers? She was the reason for everything. Why my life was a living hell and stupid.

I eventually reached a small cafe. It was quaint and cozy. Around the cafe were tables for two or four, couches and loveseats were pushed against corners and walls. Above the counter was a huge electronic display, showing all the choices.

I ordered a honey oatmeal latte and some cookies. While waiting, I asked the lady if the car was still outside.

"Yes, why?" She tilted her head, an inquisitive look in her eyes.

"The car has been following me since I left school."

"Some people just don't have anything better to do." She shook her head, disgusted. "Do you want me to help you?"

"I know my brothers will take care of it. But I wanted to know the license plate, so I can help them out."

"Of course. Promise me your brothers will beat them up with a bat, though. People who follow others, especially young girls deserve it."

"Oh my brothers will definitely do that, and punch them bloody." I chuckled, agreeing. Well, Wilson and Kieran would. And if Elijah was saying the truth, then so would he and Romero.

"Good." She tapped a couple buttons on her phone, explaining the workers had remote access to the camera footage. "It's L-235o."

"Thank you so much."

"Of course. And here is your order." She handed me a paper bag with my drink and receipt. "Good luck."

"Thank you." I took the items and sat down on a corner seat, near the door. I put the bag and my drink down, placing my bag next to me, while taking out my phone to see 20 missed calls from all of my brothers, including the terror two, and a bunch of messages.

I was going to die. 

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