FOUR DAYS LATER

Harlow

So far, there has been no news or a single word from my sister, and I’m out of descenter and had used the last of my spray last night.

Mrs. Yates was nervous when she picked me up from my room. She hardly spoke to me, and was tense as we walked to the auction house. I did my make-up the same way my sister occasionally did hers.

“You never know; your test scores could be as high as your sisters’,” she chimed happily as we reached the doors leading in.

‘Oh, they will be high, alright, because I am the sister.’ I thought dryly.

“Have you heard anything from Harlow?” I asked, curiosity lacing my voice.

Mrs. Yates became even more nervous, but she remained silent and gave a swift shake of her head.

After they ran their tests and took blood, I waited in the same foyer of the auction house. Sat in the same hard blue chairs, only this time Zara wasn’t with me holding my hand, this time I was completely alone.

Yet when Mrs. Yates came in, overly excited and bubbly, confusion crossed my features surely I didn’t test even higher. I tried to be upbeat as I knew Zara would be.

“What’s the verdict?” I asked, pretending to be excited.

“Perfect, eighty-seven percent, just like Harlow,” she announced, though I didn’t miss the way her lip quivered at mentioning my name.

started pounding against my ribcage. “Mrs. Yates?” I whispered when Mr. Black strolled into the

greedy eyes took in the numbers printed on

luck, Mrs. Yates, two in a row! Oh, those Obsidians will jump on this one too. I’ll launch the auction,” he cheered, and rushed away before any of us could

flashy suit. I bet it was bought for the money they got

Y-Yates?” I stammered as I stared after

out,” Mrs. Yates admitted, staring down at

and I suddenly couldn’t breathe. Something deep inside me shattered into a million sharp pieces, slicing through me

on the floor. For days, I wondered, yet

stole the air from my lungs.

Everything went black, and I welcomed the darkness. Anything to stop the pain, I

in a hospital room. Mrs. Yates hovered over me, and I tried to sit up, yet

thousand, we need to celebrate,”

with ice-cold tendrils piercing my soul all over again. I hyperventilated, and Mrs. Yates clutched my face

win this time. Nightbane did. See?” She pointed to the screen

and that is what she believed I cared for? Tears streamed down my cheeks and

I’m sorry, I’m sorry about Harlow,” she whispered, wiping tears from

the facility’s care. Two more weeks, and we could’ve signed ourselves out and paid off the debt

and days slipped by. Mr. Black kept me sedated and out

I felt the jab to my ass that had my gaze pulled away from

down to see the doctor pull my pants over my hip when the door burst

Mr. Black

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