Chapter 3

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No, no no, how did this get here, how did he find me again NO,I THOUGHT HE WAS FINALLY GONE, I pick up the old pictures of my parents that were in the box, HOW DID HE FIND ME, I need to tell Ryder, we're all in danger. As I pick up the pictures one of me and my mom falls out of the pile, I quickly pick it up and put it safely in one of my drawers, don't worry mom, I'll get revenge soon he won't hurt us anymore. I put the box in a dark corner of my closet and cover it with sweaters and a small black jacket I use on supply runs, I continue putting the rest of my clothes away then check the time fuck I'm going to be late I think then grab my black crop top,jean shorts and a black choker from my bag and throw them on, fuck no time for shoes, I'll just go barefoot I think as I run out of my room to the third floor into the meeting room "ahh brook there you are, nice of you to join us again" Ryder says as I sit down "I'm glad to be back" I say.

After the meeting I start talking to Mason "You brought up really good points brook" Mason says as we walk out "well it's true, we shouldn't be giving so much to get so little, I also know a guy who would a better job for half the cash" I say "brook can you come here for a second" Ryder says from the meeting room "sure -I turn to Mason- meet in the same spot ok" I say turning back to the meeting room "ok, see you soon" Mason says walking off. 

I walk back into the meeting room and close the door "is something wrong Ryder" I ask walking to him "no, how soon do you think you can get in touch with your friend" Ryder says with a blank stare "I'd say a week maybe two" I say a little confused "ok, get on that as soon as possible" He says almost refusing to look at me.

"Ryder, there's something I have to tell you" I say wishing I hadn't "what is it brook" he says now looking at me "M..My fathers found me, he's back" I say trying my hardest not to stutter and cry "HE WHAT" Ryder yells "HOW DO YOU KNOW FOR SURE" I pull out one of the pictures from my back pocket "he's sends the same pictures in a box, every time it's me getting a little older, I'm six in this picture" I say trying to stay calm "DAMMIT BROOK I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU'D BE CAREFUL" he yells slamming his fist on the table "I AM CAREFUL,NO MATTER WHAT I DO HE'S STILL GOING TO FIND ME" Ryder looks at me Shit, fuck what have I done he clenches his fists "DAMMIT BROOK, THIS IS YOUR FAULT I TOLD YOU NOT TO GO WITH THEO BUT YOU DIDNT LISTEN LIKE ALWAYS, GOD WOMEN JUST FUCKING LISTEN FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE" Ryder yells

 " y....yes sir" I say looking down not wanting to make him more mad "HONESTLY YOU LITTLE BITCH, I KNEW PICKING YOU OFF THE STREETS WAS A MISTAKE" he shouts then shuts his mouth, regretting what he said, I just look at him dumbfounded, he's never said anything like that before,to stay strong I turn around and start walking out "Brook I didn't mean it, I'm sorry, it's just with you gone the place wasn't the sa...." I cut him off " I'll be in touch with him within the week, you've made yourself very clear I'm not wanted" I say and slam the door walking out "BROOK WAIT" Ryder yells following me, I look down over the balcony and see everyone looking up watching. I walk down the stairs and out the back door, shutting it behind me.

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