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Chapter 36

Chapter 36

Larry didn’t complain when Stanley slapped the back of his head. He knew Stanley was just speaking the truth.

It wasn’t until he’ll come face–to–face with deaths that Larry muly realized how terrifying it could be. All those times he had thought about ending it all now felt so childish and ridiculous.

“I won’t do it again. Larry mumbled, his head hanging as he forced a bitter smile Rubbing his sore, swollen neck, he glanced over at Quinlyn, who was sitting quietly beside him with her eyes on the sky.

His voice was hoarse as he added. “Thanks for saving me today. If you need anything, just let me know!

He said it without thinking, trying to offer something in return, a way to make up for what she’d done.

Quinlyn slowly shifted her gare from the blue sky and white clouds, and she gently shook her head. “You already bought me clothes and shoes today”

Larry almost opened his mouth to say those things weren’t a big deal, but then he saw Quinlyn focusing on wiping the bloodstains off her shoes with a tissue quietly with her head downL

She still had blood on her hands, but instead of cleaning that, she was taking extra care with the shoes—like the little gifts he’d given her were treasures.

Something warm stirred inside Larry, and at that moment, he realized that offering her money or more stuff would be insulting

Sitting up straighter, he reached out and gently ruffled Quinlyn’s hair. The soft, fluffy feel of it made his heart soften, too, and he couldn’t help but chuckle quietly. “Alright, next time I’ll get you more beautiful clothes and shoes”

As soon as he finished his sentence, Stanley rushed over, quick as a flash. With a loud smack, he swatted Larry’s hand away. “Didn’t you say she’s a troublemaker? I told you from the start–don’t get any funny ideas about my sister.”

Larry froze for a second, remembering how he had dismissed Quinlyn before they even got in the car. Then, unable to hold it back, he burst into laughter.

“I get what you meant now. But hey, sorry, she’s my friend now, and I’m gonna protect her from here on out,” he vowed.

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Stanley shot him a furious glare. In your dreams!”

Quinlyn stood off to the side with her arms crossed, watching the two bicker all the way down the mountain.

Before getting

past the broken guardrail, bent down to pick a few wildflowers, and let them fall into the valley below, honoring the soul that

of anything, even though she’d

down, she knew she wasn’t a good person.

his own safety. Word had it that his grandfather

of that. He grinned. “Guess we won’t have to put up with his face at tonight’s

Joseph, who was constantly trying to win his sister’s attention. And now with Larry added into the mix, just thinking

her feel like she was wearing a cake.

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pulling it. If you keep fidgeting like that, you’re going to ruin the look,” he said, grabbing her hand to still it. He sighed, shaking his head.

lace ribbon around her neck was digging into her skin, and she couldn’t stand

to adjust it discreetly, the car came to a stop in front of a grand revolving door. Through the

walked around to the passenger side, and opened the door for her With a playful grin, he bent down and extended his hand ‘Come on

to the nickname. She awkwardly grabbed the hem of her dress to climb out, but the fabric was so puffed up that she

to catch her, his arms steadying

that moment, a soft giggle came from the

glanced up and saw a group of kids around her age, pointing

wondering what rich family she’s from. And she’s

the brat. But before he could say a word, a loud

car slamming into something followed by the screech of tires grinding against the pavement

them. At the same time, a few people from the car that caused the wreck jumped out, each holding

Quinlyn reacted instantly. She grabbed Stanley’s tie and

he managed to avoid being strangled. Quinlyn yanked him behind a car and then quickly shoved him

blind spot, but they could

squinted outside, taking in the chaos. The bratry kids had dashed out

moved smoothly through the mess,

Stanley saw the guns in their hands, his stomach dropped. He froze and instinctively grabbed Quinlyn’s hand. His voice shook.

Quinlyn, who’d been so quick just moments ago, suddenly stopped and looked resolute. “Wait”

car crash,

when a shadow charged toward the revolving door,

looked at the approaching thugs. Swearing under his breath, he grabbed the