Amber Teeの小説

Rebecca’s POVWhen I run out, I don’t go straight home. I drive. Tears running down my face, struggling to see the road through my glassy eyes. Then I pull up at the office. It’s getting late and the weather is cold. I pack my car farther across the road, behind a tinted delivery van away from the staff entrance. I don’t want anyone to know I came around today. I wipe my tears with the back of my hand and wrap my coat around me. Inside,the building is silent. The type that only exists after hours, when most staff have gone home and the only signs of life are the noise of the severs still running. I nod at the janitor on the second floor. He gives me a long look but says nothing.My badge still works.I didn’t plan this.I swear I didn’t.But my body moves like it’s been waiting for this all along.I take the elevator up to the sixth floor. Where the real files are kept. Not the ones clients see. Not the ones we show in court.The confidential records department.Sealed, Secured

Donalds POVWhen I walk into mikes house. The house is quiet. He’s sitting on the arm of the chair. The air feels heavy and it smells of whiskey and something burnt.‘aunt he tried to cook again. Bianca is no where in site. He is deep in thought. “Mike!” I call out. He stands up immediately. “We need to talk” I say He takes a moment, glances at the hallway briefly. “Let’s go for a drive” He doesn’t speak until we are ten minutes out. Just the sound of gravel as we drive over the concrete. We pull off at an abandoned gas station, he kills the engine but leaves the music on and leaves the window slightly open. “I ended it,” I say after a moment.He doesn’t look surprised. Doesn’t ask who.“Rebecca,” I clarify. “It’s done.”Mike smirks. “Finally. I was starting to think you wanted to get buried wearing the Montclair name.”I let that jab slide. I’ve already buried enough.“She was never part of the plan,” I say quietly.“No,” he says, dryly. “But you started acting like she was

Rebecca’s pov. I did not tell anyone I was coming to meet father. And now that I am standing at the door before I push the door open, I am second guessing my decision. He’s voice over the phone shook me in ways I can’t explain. I could barely sleep at night. when I finally drift off to sleep, I wake up before my alarm goes off. I push the door open. It creaks lightly. I don’t bother checking the living room, I just walk straight up the stairs. Dread creeping under my skin. When I push the study door open, he isn’t there. The house is so quiet that even my footsteps seem to echoe into the hallway. I am scared to make a noise. I pass my old room. The door is wide open. It’s clean. I walk in and walk to the dresser. The room is empty apart from the furniture. I look into the mirror. I used to stand here every morning. Wondering when my bum would grow out and get Lincoln. My high school crush to notice me.I smile at the memory. But now that’s all it is, memories. I walk out.

Mikes POV The ware house, smells like rusted metal, the place is cold even though it’s summer. I walk in first and feel the tension before I even open my mouth. Half the crew is already here Aaron, Luca, Rafi, and Bones leaning against the wall like he’s still pissed I disappeared for two weeks without a word. Bianca trails behind me. Calm on the outside but I know her. No badge in site. Then they see her. “What the hell is this?” Rafi is the first to speak. “You brought a fed into our space?” “She’s on our side,” I say. Calmly. “She’s not here to take anyone in.” Our side?” Rafi repeats, flexing his muscles. “The fuck does that even mean?” “It means we don’t die in prison,” I say. “It means we finally stop living like hunted dogs.” Luca snorts. “So now you’re trusting the feds?” “I trust her,” I say, without hesitation. “And you should too. She’s the reason we’re not already in a cell.” “You gone soft, Miguel?” Bones asks, narrowing his eyes. “That what th

Olivia’s pov. When I walk in to Rebecca’s living room, the house is quiet, I am a bit tensed because over the phone she sounded like someone who had been crying her eyes out. “Rebecccaaa” I call out. Dumping the groceries she had asked me to buy on my way here. “mummm” she calls out “I am upstairs” her voice sounds hushed. Like she’s talking against a pillow or something. “You okay baby?” I ask as I make my way up the stairs. When I reach the top, the door is slightly ajar and there are pieces of tissue paper everywhere. The smell of lavender is thick, her comfort candle burning slowly on the night stand. Rebecca is red faced. Her eyes are swollen, nose blotchy, her cheeks wet and raw in places where she’s clearly rubbed too hard. She’s curled on the bed, knees to her chest, a pillow clutched in her arms like it’s the only thing keeping her whole. “Sweetheart,” I whisper, stepping in slowly. She doesn’t look at me, just stares at the foot of the bed. “He lied to me, Mum.”I s

Donald’s POVWhen I walked out of that pack, I wanted to turn around and tell Rebecca I was sorry, I wanted to tell her everything, I didn’t want to walk away, but I found myself doing the opposite of what my body was begging me to do. It’s all for the best, I started without her and I would end it without her. But now I am sitting in my car, parked near some abandoned lot, a few blocks from the pack trying to cub the pain in my chest, my beating heart and the deep doubt within me, was that the right decision? I lean against the head rest, close my eyes for a few minutes “I am sorry Rebecca”. I whisper into the empty car. I straighten almost immediately, turn on the ignition and drive out, it’s time to stop playing around, and I am done being nice.I can’t meet up with Delmont, i will pee in my pants after what just happened. I have a feeling he knows everything, but I have sent him a copy of the clause transferring everything to me. That was the final card I had, and I played i