Luna on The Run I Stole the Alphas Son

Chapter 58

“Sondra,” Elena breathes, and Sondra looks up. She smiles, but it doesn’t look right; it’s forced, and I can tell she is in pain.

“I see you found me,” she murmurs before coughing and choking on her cigarette. Elena instantly rushes over to her and rubs her back. Reaching for the glass of water on the table, I pass it to her when Elena snatches it and sniffs it. She scrunches her face up, passing it back to me. I sniff it, finding it is vodka, not water like it appears to be.

“Grab a glass of water from inside,” Elena tells me. Sondra continues to cough but holds up her hand, it shakes terribly, but she snatches the glass off me. Elena watches her worriedly and glances at me.

“Call an ambulance,” Elena tells me.

“You’ll do no such thing. Can’t a woman die in peace?” Sondra snaps at her.

“I don’t want you to die at all.” Elena retorts.

“Well, it is not up to you; I want to die and die, I shall. Not even the gods will stop me croaking this time, the grim reaper is knocking, and he wants an accomplice; I have volunteered,” she says, only to wheeze and start coughing again.

“I feel a hospital would be far more comfortable than this plastic chair. If you insist on dying, wouldn’t you rather die in comfort?” Elena asks her. It’s funny watching them two, they have their own love language, and it comes out in short replies and sarcastic words thrown at each other.

Sondra sighs, her fingers white as she grips the table, and she leans back. Blood dribbles from between her lips, and she shakily wipes her mouth on the back of her hand.

“Why here, of all places?” Elena demands.

drop dead next to Marco. Only when I got here did I find this whole dying ordeal is taking a little longer than predicted, I kind of believed I would croak going over the bridge, but seems Floyd is trying to torture me more by dragging this shit out. You hear me, you old bastard, I am coming for you.

that! Now be

over to Sondra’s car, I grab the bottle, only to

hold your damn

upright and wobbles on her feet. “I’m driving!” Sondra

visit the grim-reaper, but I sure as hell

a legless old woman to the car,” she snaps, clicking her

and scoop

Why so handsy!” she snaps at

can’t touch you?” I

I set her in the seat of her car, but when I go to

getting me a vodka?” she asks, and I glance at Elena over the roof of the car.

how real women drink!” she tsk’s. She swigs from the bottle and nestles back in her seat, pulling a cigarette from her packet. Elena climbs in the driver’s seat and starts Sondra’s car. On the drive home, I ring

mirror at Sondra. Peering over my shoulder, Sondra is leaning to

to herself in her half-drunk stupor, and I turn back to the front. However,

dart to her in the mirror. We say nothing, instead listening to her

home, not to me. It

where was home, Sondra?” I ask, peering over to look at her. She laughs and shakes