"What time is it?" I ask Jackson and Chase out of the blue.
"Almost six why?" Chase asks.
"Mmm...dinnertime. " I rub my hands together. "What are they serving tonight?"
"Urm...pizza hopefully." Chase awkwardly stares at me. He's probably wondering why I just suddenly asked I random question. Honestly I'm wondering that too.
"Let's go." I say and ten minutes later we are in the cafeteria.
Jackson looks at the menu on the wall for tonight. "PIZZA!" He growls and ditches my wheelchair.
"I'm still here!" I shout stranded on the middle of the lunchroom.
"Oops." He walks back over. I laugh at him.
"Would you really ditch me?" I ask him as he rolls me to the lunch line.
"Urm...probably not." He looks blankly at me. I move to slap him, but I move my rib and cry out. I bite my lip to keep from crying. Forgot about the broken ribs. My entire chest cries out in pain.
"Princess, you OK?" Jackson sounds nervous and worried.
"No." I say and a tear falls down my cheek. Oh my gosh. Broken ribs are the worst. My entire chest aches. I sigh.
Jackson looks at me. "When I get my hands on the people who shot you I -"
I cut him off. "I don't know what I'll do, why I'll do it, but I'm coming and they should know." I say my voice shakes, but it is strong. Just like I will be when I'm healed.
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Sorry for the short chapter, but in my defense it is a pretty epic ending. I have a longer chapter on the way soon so stay tuned!
- AlwaysAnkelley ♡
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Former Glory An Ex-Spy Story
ActionElizabeth Westwood is good. She knows she is too and she isn't afraid to say so. Elizabeth is the best of the best. She can beat any FBI agent. She can tame a lion. She can do anything, but what happens if she meets someone she can't beat?
