No Way Back Jane Fowler Novels & Stories

------------ ------------------ Back in Springfield . . . ------------ ------------------ Red was sitting back in the cave that she and Jane were going to share. She couldn't believe that the Strays actually owned the land they now stood on. Anya's career was on the verge of exploding (in a good way) again. A supermodel apparently rising from the dead had gotten some peoples' attention. Talia was also talking about going back to work as a crisis counselor to help make some money, and Jane was currently interviewing for a cashier's job at the closest gas station to where the slaughterhouse was located.

JENNA “Finn shouldn’t be back by this time, you’re probably hearing things.”,I heard Joyce say and I pressed myself against the wall, muttering a "Thank God". I exhaled in relief, thinking Jane was just going to go back and actually think she was hearing things. But that never happened. It didn't look like she was satisfied and her next words confirmed that. “No, I’m pretty much sure someone’s there.”,She said and my then her movements were seeming closer.

“Nothing left?” Samuel actually laughed. “Mr. Ferguson, is that not exactly what you are right now? You have already lost everything. That is what we wanted my sister to see.” He turned toward me, and his tone softened. “Vivian, look carefully. He is exactly the same now as when you followed him to Stormbay years ago. Broke and powerless. Honestly, even worse than before. “The business empire he built is gone. He is sitting in prison, and this is the consequence he owes you.”

He said before walking out. Jane stared at the flash not knowing what to expect. Turning back, she plugged it into her laptop and loaded it to access the information. As she scrolled through, Jane could feel her eyes bulging from their sockets and she stared in disbelief. “What the hell?!”

"I knew you were a smart person, Ms. Miller." "It's just nice that I bumped into you, Mr. Foster. I'll be taking my leave. Stephen and I are heading back this afternoon. We're so sorry to bother you for the past two days." "Stephen is leaving with you?" Jane asked subconsciously. Yvonne looked at her. "Yes. Do you have a problem with that, Ms. Ford?" "No problem. What problems could she possibly have?" Neil gave Jane an odd glance. Seeing that, Jane timidly shut up.

“Absolutely not, at least not yet. I think I'm enjoying this a bit too much and don't want it to end yet.” “Then you have a plan? Because he is definitely going to make good on his word.” “I'm leaving Sunnybrook,” Jane blurted. “What?! Have you finally lost it Jane? Why would you go back there after your experience?” “Well, that's the only other place I know outside the country.” “What about upkeep? You stayed at Brock Davenport’s mansion last time but you can't now that you know what he did.” That's right, Jane knew the truth about the issue with her phone being a sham set up by Brock. She hadn't spoken to him since then.

“Everything is fine.” I turned to Eleanor. “I hope you’re comfortable.” “Oh I am, dear,” she said warmly. “It’s such a beautiful event.” “Thank you,” I replied politely. I didn’t look at Wilson, I refused to look at him. What had I even seen in him before, he was pathetic. “Excuse me,” I said before stepping away again. I could feel his gaze on my back as I walked off. WILSON’S POV I watched Hilda from across the room as she moved between guests, talking and smiling.

Her question catches me off guard that I freeze for a moment, unable to blink or breathe. That corny woman- “A-Are you going back to her now?” The look in her eyes says it all and I know that Louise has pulled all her cards on the table, grabbing me by the balls once more. Using my own daughter– how fucking pathetic!

“Nikolai what, what are you talking about?, why wou, why would you“ my hands roughly going through my hair. He cut me off, his voice sharp. “Liora’s back.” For a second the name didn’t register. Then it did, my stomach twisted. Liora hale. His college sweetheart, His first love. “What, what do you mean she’s back?, back as in, back in belgrave?, or what” My voice cracked, trying to steady my laboured breathing, and bring the ringing in my head to stop, more tears streaming down my cheeks without permission. A stinging feeling of betrayal blossoming in my chest.

Come quietly or I’ll break your jaw. I smirked despite myself. Fine. I’d be quiet. For now. But Jane? She’d just signed her own exile papers. And if that mysterious backer thought they could touch and hurt what was mine… they were next.