The Girl That No One Gets ↬ Ryan Reeves [DISCONTINUED]

17) Questions, Questions, Questions.

I walked out of the shop, trying to take in what had just happened. How did she even get here? How did she know I was here? I knew Newcastle was few hours away by train from London, so how did she get the money?

She stole it obviously.

But how did she know? I know she was only good at tricking people, so she wouldn't be able to get to my personal...

Dad. The bastard. Does she know what happened? Do they know what happened?

I should have been more careful. I didn't even think they would care. They normally wouldn't if someone left the 3A's. So why me?

Wilder. Did he really care? No of course not. She was just saying that. Manipulating me.

But what if. What if he did?

I looked at the shop. That was when the realisation hit me. She just killed the worker.

She shot someone.

It would become a crime scene. The police would be here. It would be on the news. What if it they found out if I was here?

No. She would have cleared the security cameras. She was wearing gloves; it wouldn't matter anyway since it was a public area. Abigail would be traceless.

How about me?

I had to get out of there. I stopped staring at the shop and turned to run.

Then I saw him. The brown haired boy. His eyes staring right at me. He was standing right next the window display of the shop. How long was he standing there?

How much did he know?

I walk past him, trying to ignore his penetrating gaze.

"Stop." Ryan says. I keep walking trying to brush him off. I need to get out of there, and I didn't want anyone to see me.

"Are you expecting me to forget about what just happened?" he shouts.

He saw then. He knew. He could use it against me. He could destroy me. He could threaten me.

Wait. I knew more. Well, depends on how much he knew. I stop walking away.

"It would be a whole lot easier, wouldn't it?"

"It does not work like that."

Sighing, I turn round to face him. His brow was furrowed, just like the first time I saw him when he was doubting me. Should have gone with his instinct.

His eyes met with mine once again.

"Well, nothing really happened." I reply plainly.

"That psycho was literally ripping that place into two," he answers, raising his eyebrows.

Good. He didn't know. I still had the upper hand.

"And?" I shrug, "she was in a bad mood. Just like how you were when you tried to get Mike fired..."

"Just wait," he whispered, "and I will crack you in front of everyone. They will hate you, they will take my side and..."

"Bullshit," I chuckle sarcastically, "whenever you think you're ahead, whenever you think I am one step behind, I will be three steps ahead. And that will never change."

I turn around, ready to walk away from him.

"And you've never let anyone in?" he asks.

I don't reply.

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I walked into the care home, dragging the five carrier bags behind me. The blisters on my feet had become terribly sore, convincing me that from now on I was going to take the bus.

Mike and May-li where nowhere to be seen, so I dragged my bags into the living room.

There are some perks to having your bedroom in the living room. No one gets to see you looking ugly in the morning, I have easy access to kitchen and if there is a fire I am the first one to escape. But there are many downsides. One of them being everyone is always there in the day.

I was welcomed by all the care kids surrounding Bailey and the Wi-Fi box.

"No you're doing it wrong."

"When have you become the expert?"

"That wire goes in there."

I sat on the sofa and picked up the book that the Kaz gave to me, flicking through the last few pages, stretching my legs out.

"Bailey, just let me do it."

"No its fine!"

I roll my eyes, "Don't you guys ever shut up?"

"Yes, if we have access to the internet," Floss replies.

"And if we have a decent person the fix it," Sasha adds, glaring at Bailey.

"Well it's not like you're doing any better!" Bailey retorts.

As the pair were arguing, I approach the twins.

"Where is Mike and May-li?" I ask.

"He's trying to find an electrician," Billie answers.

"And May-li is making dinner," Toni adds.

Guess, I might as well fix it to get at least some of my personal space back. I crouch down beside the pair place the wires back into the correct places, checking the connection as I went along. It only took about a few minutes before it was all fixed.

I sat back on the sofa, whilst everyone, except Bailey and Sasha who were still arguing, checked their connection. One by one, they started to walk out of the living room, some smiling and some saying thank you. Just two were left.

Still arguing.

Guess I could never be on my own.

A/N

So I am going ask a question...

Sorry if seems kind of bitchy.

Is anyone actually reading this book?

Like I don't really mind if your not even voting, it just seems like a long time since I've updated so I feel like no one if reading it.

Love

K