A/N- So this is it, this is the final chapter!! I have to admit, it hurts to finish but I'm also so happy because this is the first book I have ever completed. But don't worry! There is going to be another book, possibly even a third. Until then I hope you all enjoy the read.
P.S. As promised is the book trailer I made for Inner Demons. It's the first trailer I have ever made so I hope you all like it, and please let me know what you think of both the book and the video!!
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The Orginization's outpost was covered in video cameras. There wasn't a hallway, bathroom, regular room, or closet that didn't have one. Normally that kind of invasion of privacy would seriously annoy me but this time I was grateful. It was because of these camera's that we had been able to watch Wes walk out of his recovery room, dressed in street clothes, and alone. He wondered through the halls, often getting turned around and having to try a different route. Eventually he found an exit and walked out, away from the cameras, and away from us. The guards didn't realize he was missing until an hour later.
I was happy he was healthy and safe. Even happier that he wasn't kidnapped or forced to leave with a gun pointed at his head. But the fact that he left on his own accord hurt. It was like one second I was relieved and happy, and then the next second my heart felt like it was dropping into the acidic pit of my stomach.Wes took his chance to get free and left me behind in the process.
I thought what we had was special, at least that's how it felt to me. But maybe Wes never really wanted to give up the game of being a player and I was only a distraction until he could be back out on the streets. That thought made my whole body go cold. I was stupid and fell for every line he threw at me. At least that's what my mind kept thinking. My heart, on the other hand, was still holding onto hope that I was wrong. Stupid heart should have known better.
The Organization made quick work of the papers and forms to get us into Freya's half-way house. It had only taken a couple of days and we were heading off to our new home. The only things we had to bring were the clothes on our backs since we didn't have any belongings at Landry's. Well, I had my picture of my mom and me, but I preferred to leave it there rather than walk back into that place.
When we pulled up to the front of Madam Bavoux's Voodoo Shop, Freya was already waiting outside on the curb. The front window showed a sign that indicated the shop was closed for the day. She must have shut things down in order to get us settled, which was nice. But truth be told, I didn't know what to expect from Freya.
She seemed friendly and definitely more vocal than Mr. B, but she was still a stranger. I guessed only time would tell how things worked out with her. Though I expected Ms. Pierce would still be around a lot, as well as her brooding bodyguard.
The black van that was transporting us came to a stop right where Freya stood. Lolly was the first to jump out, bouncing on her heels once she was on the sidewalk. Both her and Lucas were thrilled to be away from Landry's and out in the real world. I wanted to share their enthusiasm, but with everything that had happened and everything that was still ahead of us, it was hard to do.
I climbed out of the van with only Sage behind me. Once she was out, she grabbed my hand as Freya lead us towards the building. Only this time, instead of walking through the shop like before, she walked around to an alley that lined the side of the building.
"This is the main entrance to your new home. You're free to go through the shop when it's open but when it's closed, you will have to go through here. The alley stretches to the back and to the right is another alley that leads to the side road where the grocery store is, just in case you need to go that way," Freya informed as she took out a set of keys.
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Inner Demons✔
ParanormalWhats worse than being arrested for nearly beating your bully to death? Not having any memory of it. That's the reality sixteen-year-old Chloe McKenna faces when she is sent away to the Landry's Institute for Troubled Juveniles. Only Landry's...