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𝟔 - "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬."

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"But giving up is harder said than done
Throwing stones, set love on fire,
we thought we'd won."

Life We Chose - Jared & the Mill

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VI.
\\ REDFIELD //
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AVA BARELY GOT ANY sleep that night. She ended up going home, knowing that her father would be suspicious if she wasn't there when he got home the next morning. She figured she'd see him in the morning and went straight to her room, getting ready for bed.

The first thing Ava did was tend to the wound on her arm. She unwrapped the strip of JJ's t-shirt, revealing the slight graze. Using the first aid kit in her bathroom, she cleaned the wound and wrapped a clean bandage around it.

She collapsed into her bed, trying to get comfortable. Lying on her back, she stared up at her ceiling, her mind immediately going to everything that happened earlier. The wreck, the compass, being chased by those gunman. She wondered what exactly they had stumbled into.

For most of the night, those thoughts all swarmed her mind, making it difficult for her to sleep. Ava couldn't stop replaying everything that had happened. She tossed and turned in her bed for hours, groaning in frustration.

However, she must have fallen asleep at some point, because the sound of birds chirping the next morning pulled her out of her distantly unmemorable dreams. Her eyes opened to find the sun shining through the breaks in her curtains.

Ava sat up slowly in her bed and let out a yawn, stretching her arms out as she let herself wake up a little. She could hear a distant voice downstairs, knowing that it was her father, most likely talking on the phone.

Slipping out from under the covers, she changed into some casual clothes, consisting of jean shorts and a t-shirt, then brushed through her hair and headed downstairs.

Her father's voice grew louder as she walked towards the kitchen, and sure enough, when she stepped foot through the doorway, she saw her dad flipping through some papers on the kitchen counter and talking on the phone.

He gave her a smile as she walked past him, going over to the fridge and opening it.

"No, this is not what we agreed on." Her father spoke into the phone, "It wasn't supposed to take this long."

Ava listened in on her father inconspicuously as she grabbed the container of orange juice, pouring some of it into a glass and putting it back in the fridge.