Nowhere Is Safe

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I flipped through pages of my photo album. Ari was in most of the pictures.

I sighed and closed it.

How do you know that was really Ari? I kept asking myself.

What if they killed Brittany?

Well, they haven't killed Ari and it's been three years.

One more day until I had to decide.

Ari or Brittany?

I loved Ari more, but was she worth it?

Could I really just give up an innocent girl's life after she trusted me?

I rubbed my forehead and groaned.

This called for some advice.

I got up and grabbed the car keys. I headed down East Avenue to get to Charlie's house.

When I got there, I trudged up the stairs to the door. I raised my fist to knock, but he already opened the door.

"Hello, son," Charlie said.

It had been 3 years since I saw my dad. I used to come over here with Ari and when she disappeared, I stopped.

"I need some advice," I said, staring at him with a pokerface.

"About?" he looked at me curiously.

"Ari," I said, and with those words my dad motioned for me to come in.

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