The Safe House

13 - Revenge

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Look at where we are? The end. :( I know I took so so long to update, but I gave you an extra long part just for you ;) Well longer than I have ever done. 

I just want to say thank you for those who stayed from the beginning and for those who started late, but still waited for this part to be updated. Thank you so much for reading and voting for my parts. Thanks to you, I'm #493 on the Action list. Hahaha. At least I'm on the list.

Also, I have a new idea for a story, but I don't think I will be uploading it until I've finished writing :)

Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year!!!

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The rain starts to get heavier while I’m walking through the streets, sliding the knife into a loop in my belt and pulling my shirt over it. Tears stained my cheeks, making my face look blotchy. I was a walking mess. The rain had washed off the dirt but left brownish marks on my skin. I was walking back to R.A.S.H. And it will be the last time.

I knew the way back, and it seemed longer, walking alone and in the rain. The rain doesn’t bother me anymore. It calms me. If it was thundering, I would be angry, and I would be running straight to them. But it was raining. The soft pitter-patter of the water droplets helped me keep my cool. I breathe in and then out, making a plan in my head. It seemed so easy. But I knew it wouldn’t.

I turn the corner onto the street where the Safe House is. I clench my teeth, biting back bile. The memories that I have here were not all happy ones. And the happy ones, I wanted to forget.

I walk through the double doors and I remember the last time anyone saw me here, was me running out in a bra and a shirt wrapped around my stomach. People turn, and everything falls silent. “That’s Ivy, that girl that disappeared,” I hear someone say.

“You’re right! I am Ivy, the girl that disappeared,” I yell out around the hall. People’s faces go white, and their eyes widen. “Can anyone tell me where Matt and Peter are?”

No one answers. They look at each other, but don’t say anything. A girl with long inky hair, with blue running through it, jogs into the room. “Silvana,”

She runs through the tables and pushes past people, before slamming into me and wrapping her arms around me. I do the same, hiding my face in her hair. “Ivy, where’d you go?”

“I ran, into the woods. And then my parents got me. Silvana, Cody is dead.” I pull back, tears burning my eyes, yet nothing falls.

“What do you mean he’s dead, he can’t be dead,” Silvana’s eyes were misty, and I could tell she was holding back the tears. 

“It’s okay,” I sooth. I smooth out her hair with my hand but she slaps my arm away.

“No, it’s not! How could it be okay when someone we loved has just died!” Her voice breaks and tears stream her face. She falls into my arms again, her body violently shaking.

“Silvana. Listen to me,” I hold her in front of me and look her dead in the eye. “I know how you’re feeling right now. It’s hard, yeah? It feels like a massive blow to your chest. Something feels missing. I know. I haven’t even known him for that long, but something like this does that to you. But right now, Silvana, you need to calm down. We need to be strong. Until things like this stop happening, we can’t mourn over him yet.” Her breathing slows and the shaking stops. Tears are still falling but she is calmer.  She nods slightly and stands up straight. “Good.” I breathe in. “Okay, now, do you know where Matt and Peter are?”