Reality

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Indies POV

I come to with a warm fuzzy feeling.

Then reality hits me like a big yellow school bus. (Mean girls anyone?)

I squint against the floresecent lighting.

I look around. I'm in the police station.

A pretty lady is patting my forehead with a damp rag. Her name tag reads Lucy. She looks the part too. With straight blonde hair and green eyes, she fits the script.

"Libby..." I start. " No, no, no, now don't you worry about a thing dahling, your sister is safe now." her thick Georgia accent is rolling off her tongue.

I hug her middle. Thank you so much god, I owe you one. I think.

Just then Adam comes into the scene with Alesa and Libby. "Bean!" I yell, and pick her up. "Bean, don't you ever do that again." I half sigh half preach to Libby.

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