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.

room and watches TV. Jessa's with her, doing something on her

drawer is my favorite find,

to disguise the knives I bring upstairs in case

Of course, they don't.

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

and knives down, I fumble to retrieve

midnight when

the reality of the situation sinks in. I'm really doing this—leaving everything behind on the mere promise of freedom. My fingers hover over the keypad, contemplating a response, but what

desk as I sink onto the edge of my bed, burying my face in my hands. The weight of my decisions presses down on me, threatening to

place behind and figure out the rest as I go. But they'll catch me within hours, if

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

take a dog to make it to this territory, but I'm sure she's still far. We're

thought of never feeling her warm fur beneath my fingers, never hearing her

towards the window, searching for any sign of what could be causing this uneasy feeling. The sky's color has deepened,

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

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

vibration 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 to please

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