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( WE ONLY SEE EACH OTHER AT WEDDINGS AND FUNERALS )
Her head bumped on the taxi window as the grumpy,mean driver drove around the streets of New York.
Laurel would rather have just rented a car and drove herself at this point as the taxi car swerved off of half the road and nearly hit a group of pedestrians walking on a street walk.
"Jesus Christ you could've killed someone!"
The greasy driver that smelled of subs and french fries looked through the mirror with a glare before coming to a sudden halt.
"We're here" He said with a clearly sarcastic smile as he turned around to face her. "That'll be thirty seven dollars and nine cents ma'am' "
Laurel took out the money from her purse and threw it down in the cup holder that was in the back before getting out and grabbing her things from the trunk.
He barley waited for the trunk to shut before speeding off.
"Asshole" She muttered as she turned around. A shiver ran down her spine as the gray and extravagant building came into view of her sight.
This was the place.
This was the place where all of her problems began. This was where she had some of the best but most worst moments of her life.
Number 0.
It echoed in her head,replaying over and over again until a snow flake hit her cheek giving Laurel a much needed reality check as she realized it looked rather strange for her to be standing outside of a building in the freezing weather.
Step by step more memories flooded into her brain bit by bit making her want to almost turn around and drive back to the train station. Almost.
Laurel walked until she got to the door where in glass frames of the door,a logo of a umbrella stood out in bold,black ink. It made her look down at her wrist and shiver.
Her finger tips slowly opened the door knob and stepped inside not bother to take off her coat or shoes until she reached the living room where her mother sat in front of the fire place with a distant look.
"Mom?"
No answer.
"Mom" Laurel called with more force making the to perfect to be alive woman turn around and smile fondly. "Laurel" She cooed jumping up and giving a bright smile. The two hugged making Laurel smile.
"You actually came" A voice said and Laurel snapped her head over to see Diego aka Number 2 coming out of the shadows clad in his all black uniform and knives.
His face was flat,as per usual and as can be expected but when he saw Laurel walking over towards him he let the corners of his lips tug upwards before she released him. "I'm gonna take a guess and say I'm the last one to arrive?"
