Can I Have Your Attention Please

Chapter 41: Misfortune and Mistakes

QOC: Nike or Under Armor?

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Sam's POV
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I made my way out of the Ryhawks residence quietly and unlock Kason's third vehicle: a GMC. I took his keys from his jeans he was too tired to put away when he crawled into the bed this morning.

He's in the game room right now hanging with Cameron, surprisingly willingly. So it was easy to escape without anyone noticing. Plus, when I checked to make sure he was still down there, the two of them were drunk off their asses, laughing their heads off.

I smile at the thought of Kason's wide and disoriented grin as I pull out of the driveway and pull out the note from my now cleaned sweatpants.

I decided to wash the outfit so I could wear it again. This is the only attire I have that easily conceals the heavy weight of the bullets in my pants. Additionally, it makes me look sick and tired and defenseless. So using the element of surprise in this get-up is strategic.

I repeat the address over and over in my head as I come to a red light and quickly pull out my phone, plugging it into Google Maps. I set it down just as the light turns green, and I move forward as Siri's voice guides me.

It takes around forty-five minutes to reach Fara Conaway's small home. It's one story, the color being a very deep shade of brown. The tiny lawn out front is adorable with its green grass sprouting and flowers lining some windows in boxes of soil.

As I get out of the truck, my eyes scan over a purple bicycle with streamers coming from the handles. It's laying on its side, getting sprayed by the nighttime sprinklers. I go over to it and pick it up, resting it against the one car garage.

Sitting on the porch when I step onto it is a toy truck. It's covered in dried-up mud, and it seems like it wouldn't roll very smoothly due to the clumps of brown stuck in it. I smile at it sadly and raise my hand to the door.

It hurts. I won't lie. She has two kids. She has a husband. And she just completely forgot about me. She knew I didn't die in the fire. She had to of known.

But, that's why I have to warn her after I ask some questions. She has two kids. She has a husband. And she completely forgot about me. And it's fine. Because she has to be there for those kids who need her most. I've grown up, but they have a whole life to live with their mother. And if her new husband truly loves her, I couldn't bare being the one who held information that could've saved her from death.

I knock on the slightly chipped door loudly enough to wake someone up. I feel guilty about waking this family up, but I'd feel worse is Fara died. And who knows? If her children or husband knew about or witnessed Mr. Ryhawks being her murderer, they could get involved too. I can't have that happen.

When no one answers, I knock again, this time a little more loudly. And soon enough, I hear a lock being unlocked, and the door opens slightly. A little boy in dinosaur pajamas peeks out the chained door hesitantly with wide eyes. I smile at him.

"Hello," I whisper. "I'm sorry to wake you. Is your mommy home?"

He looks at his feet nervously and looks back up again. "Yes..."

"Gage," another small voice whispers. "Daddy said we can't open the door for strangers. Close it."

He looks behind himself. "I know, Sam. But she's nice."