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.

TV. Jessa's with her, doing something

I wrap up a couple knives with kitchen towels. A penlight in the everything drawer is my favorite find, and a small folding

make a small plate of food in an attempt to disguise the knives I bring upstairs in case Mom

Of course, they don't.

relief, I jump and almost spill my food when

and knives down, I fumble

around midnight when

this—leaving everything behind on the mere promise of freedom. My fingers hover

sink onto the edge of my bed,

this place behind and figure out the rest as I go. But they'll catch me

backpack, now stuffed with the meager belongings I've managed to gather; I add

idea how long it would normally take a dog to make it to this territory, but

feeling her warm fur beneath my fingers, never hearing her playful

shudder 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

around myself, I turn away from the window, pacing. It's what I do best these days. My footsteps seem unnaturally loud against the hardwood,

pale and

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

her a quick GIF of two cartoon bears

Just a couple short

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