Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 74

Chapter 74 Ava: Preparing for the Worst

The sun is beginning to set when a slight detour from the circular thoughts I've had about tonight finally occurs to me.

A weapon.

Who says I have to accept my fate without fighting? No one.

I can at least try to arm myself.

But with what?

I have knives in the kitchen, of course. I'll grab a couple. But they'll be too large to keep in my pockets. What else can I use?

I'd grab a rock, but I'm not even allowed in the yard to find one.

A pen? I can stab someone in the eye with a pen, so I grab a few of them and put them in either pocket. After some hesitation, I grab an old belt. I can try to swing it at someone and hit them with the buckle, right?

I put it on, without sliding it through any belt loops. The easier to get to, the better.

Desperation creeps in as I realize how ill-prepared I am. My gaze lands on a can of hairspray, and I snatch it up, tucking it into the depths of my backpack. Not ideal, but it's better than nothing.

easy. Mom's ignoring me, as usual, as she sits in the living room and watches TV. Jessa's with her, doing something on her

with kitchen towels. A penlight in the everything drawer is my favorite find, and a small folding

an attempt to disguise the knives I bring upstairs in case Mom

Of course, they don't.

behind me with a soft exhale of relief, I jump and almost spill

plate and knives down, I fumble to retrieve

around midnight

as the reality of the situation sinks in. I'm really doing this—leaving everything behind

my bed, burying my face in my hands. The weight of my decisions presses

this place behind and figure out the

with the meager belongings I've managed to gather; I add the

here. I have no idea how long it would normally take a dog

warm fur beneath my fingers, never hearing her playful

go through my body, and I glance towards the window, searching for any sign of what could be causing this uneasy feeling. The sky's color has deepened, the last vestiges of twilight having faded away. Trees sway gently in the evening breeze, in an

the window, pacing. It's what I do best these days. My footsteps seem unnaturally loud against the hardwood, the only

My eyes are wide, my face pale and drawn. Brushing my

of the burner phone on my desk, the noise cutting through the heavy silence like a knife. Snatching it up, I read another message from Lisa, just asking me

a quick GIF of two cartoon

Just a couple

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