Turning Left

Chapter 8

Emily's POV

"Alright, I guess this is goodbye" I said, parting from our hug. Logan cupped my face, staring deeply into my eyes.

"It's only temporary. I will be back with you once this is all over" he promised, pecking me one last time on the lips. I nodded, turning around to leave with the rest of the gang.

We had all packed up, except for a few things that we had kept in the house to not cause suspicion for when Louisa arrived the trap scene.

It wasn't long before we sped down the streets of Chicago, heading towards the isolated suburbs. All the while, my mind was stuck with the uncomfortable image of Louisa's hands all over my man. I wondered how the whole scene would go on, but thinking about it brought me nothing but pain, pain that I was not ready to feel.

I wondered about my journey with Logan, all the fighting, the lying, the hiding, the running, all things that were absolutely worth doing, but at the same time were things I shouldn't be doing, things that I would never feel proud of doing. Helping criminals, loving criminals, it was all part of this dark twisted game that I fell into, one with no escape whatsoever, one where I didn't require an escape.

I hated Deklan Johnson, he took away the things most precious to me, yet if it weren't for him, perhaps Logan and I wouldn't have embarked on this journey together. I wouldn't have decided to walk home that day, I wouldn't have visualized the boys kill someone in middle of an alley, I wouldn't have been kidnapped by Logan, I wouldn't have been able to save my brother from Deklan, but most of all, I wouldn't have been able to experience a love so fierce, so passionate, so dangerous.

Before I realised it, we pulled up outside my parents cabin, the same old crippled little house with smudged tiles and broken bricks. My gaze met Larissa's, as we both smiled at the view ahead of us. Memories flooded my mind, of Larissa, Joseph and I running around the front porch playing tag as children. It was one of the best time periods of my life. It was a time in which I had nothing to worry about, no heartbreaks, no deaths, or manipulations; I was simply a carefree kid with the fewest hardships to face.

We walked up the steps of the front porch, grabbing the keys from above the door. The atmosphere around the cabin was as same as always; the soft breezes blew in the air, striking us with the strength of a flower, the skies were bright and blue as always, the clouds dispersed, everything was peaceful. The only sound heard was the slight movement of the trees from the breeze.

I unlocked the door, taking slow steps into the house.

"Well this is quite the place you guys have here. Why didn't we come here before instead of living in that crappy little apartment?" Jack spoke up, earning a glare from Larissa.

"Because we didn't think we were going to stay for a long time now did we? We thought we would be out of here after a maximum of three days." Lar answered, removing the white sheet draped over the stuff in the house.

Jack and Jordan walked around, looking through the family pictures hanging on the walls.

"Larissa, is that you as a baby?" Jack questioned pointing at a particular picture on the wall, one in which Larissa was wearing a cowboy's costume. Lar blushed furiously as Jack burst out into giggles, followed by Jordan and I.

Suddenly, Jordan's phone rang, bringing us all out of our thoughts. She glanced at the number before putting up her serious face and accepting the call, putting it on speakerphone. We all gathered around to listen.

"Adam, is she there yet?" She questioned

"Yeah, I see her car, in about two minutes and a half she will pull up outside the apartments. It will take me an approximate three minutes to install the tracker on her car, which means you have about 5 and a half minutes to expose her Duffy" he warned in all seriousness. I nodded my head to myself, reminding myself of any further questions I had.