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.

and my heart started pounding against my ribcage. “Mrs. Yates?” I whispered when Mr. Black

eyes took in the numbers printed on the pages before

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 utter a word

Black’s shiny black shoes clicked on the sterile floors as he wandered off in his flashy suit. I bet it was bought for the money they got from the previous action.

Y-Yates?” I stammered as

his knot, and he tried to force it. Harlow bled out,” Mrs. Yates admitted, staring down at her feet. I wish she felt ashamed of herself, of how they kept selling

deep inside me shattered into a million sharp pieces, slicing through me like a

For days, I wondered,

tore through me and stole the air from my lungs. I

left me before a pinch in my neck made everything shut off. Everything went black, and I welcomed the darkness. Anything to stop the pain, I was

me, and I tried to sit up, yet the

need to

it dawned on me with ice-cold tendrils piercing my soul all

honey; the Obsidian pack didn’t win this time. Nightbane did. See?” She pointed to the screen over on the doctor’s desk. As if that would somehow make me

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

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

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

my body, and days slipped by. Mr. Black kept me sedated

my ass that had my gaze pulled away from its

down to see the doctor pull my pants

her; she isn’t Zara!” Mr. Black screamed, bursting

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