We've all got a back story. A story we don't like openly sharing. One that we only let certain people know about.
Well this is the story of Lacey Hadon. You're average nerdy 16 year old. She seems pretty normal but then again everyone has a mask, no...
We landed in Congo, Africa at 04:30am. Ryan chose Congo because it had one of the largest forests in the world and because Lindsay is the guardian of the forests, we had to go to a forest.
Exhausted, we all got off the plane and went straight to the coffee shop.
"That was long," Lindsay sighed.
"I'm tired," Lacey mumbled rubbing her eyes sleepily.
For some reason, everyone was able to fall asleep besides Lacey. She look pretty beat.
"C'mere babes," Jackson kneeled down.
Lacey walked over to him and wraped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist.
I love their sibling bond. It was truly admirable. They shared a special bond that I've never seen before. It was unique to see a brother this loving towards his sister.
"Hold up!" I exclaimed pulling out my phone. "Smile!"
Lacey immediately hopped off Jackson and gave me a huge smile and Jackson put his head on her shoulder.
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Once they had a picture they were satisfied with, she got back onto his back and lied her head on his shoulder shutting her eyes.
"I'm going to sort out the car issue. I'm going to get 3 cars. 2 normal sized ones and a bigger one. Brandon, Kayla and Hunter will take one car, Mel and I will the take the other one and then you lot will take the bigger one," Ryan informed us.
Surprisingly, no one had said anything about Kayla's broken nose or black eyes.
Lacey yanked herself away from Jackson quickly.
"Brandon!" she yelled pushing out of the way.
A man who looked exactly like the one she killed at the other airport was stood just behind where Brandon was previously standing with a dagger in his hand.
He gripped Lacey by the throat and lifted her from the ground.
"Don't!" Lacey exclaimed as the guys tried to help. "You're not allowed to."
I remembered what she had told us earlier and snuck up behind the man.
I put my leg in the middle of his open legs and brought my knee up hard causing him to drop Lacey and fall to the ground in pain.
Lacey grunted as she got up holding her arm which was bleeding.
"Alright mate?" I asked her in a British accent.
She grinned at me though the pain was evident in eyes.
"Let's end this fucker," she tossed me a knuckle duster.
I examined it quickly. It was very pretty. It was silver in color with gems by each knuckle making it look like rings.
I chuckled to myself. Of course Lacey such a weapon with diamonds on it. Mans about to die in style.
