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.

as she sits in the living room and watches TV. Jessa's with her, doing

drawer is my favorite find, and a small folding utility knife that probably belonged to Phoenix a long time ago. Those go in my

the knives I bring upstairs

Of course, they don't.

soft exhale of relief, I jump and almost spill my food when I hear the

knives down, I fumble

around midnight when everyone's asleep. Be

of the situation sinks in. I'm really doing this—leaving everything behind on the mere promise of freedom. My fingers hover over

of my bed, burying my

the rest as I go. But they'll

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

still hasn't made it here. I have no idea how long it would normally take a dog to

beneath my fingers, never hearing her playful yips,

color has deepened, the last vestiges

footsteps seem unnaturally loud against the hardwood, the only sound aside from the pounding of my heart echoing in my

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

the heavy silence like a knife. Snatching it up, I

send her a quick GIF

Just a couple short hours

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