BROOKLYN ROUTLEDGE, twin sister
to John B Routledge, is thrusted into a
whirlwind of an adventure when her father goes missing at sea. Brooklyn and John B rope
their closest friends into their adventure,
and they drag them from place to place, f...
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𝟎𝟖𝟎. 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐛𝐲𝐞, 𝐝𝐚𝐝
ain't no sunshine ──── bill withers
( the end of act three . . . )
☀︎ 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐥𝐲𝐧'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐯
𝖠𝖭 𝖤𝖷𝖯𝖫𝖮𝖲𝖨𝖮𝖭 𝖲𝖧𝖠𝖪𝖤𝖲 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖤𝖭𝖳𝖨𝖱𝖤 𝖨𝖲𝖫𝖠𝖭𝖣．Okay, not really, but I like to be dramatic. I felt it at my feet, meaning the extent of the explosion must've been large── much larger than that of the explosion we created with the dynamite earlier.
We're nearing the tippy top of this mountain where El Dorado supposedly resides, and based off the ricochet at which the ground shook from the explosion, I sense we are much, much closer than we thought. I feel closer to my brother as ridiculous as that sounds, but call it a twin thing. He's close. He's here. He's okay.
Well, actually, he might not be okay because an explosion is never a good thing, not in the grand scheme of things, so I do feel my heart plummet slightly as we quicken our pace up the mountain, machetes in hand.
Yes, JJ handed a machete to me.
I haven't had the chance to use it, but if I catch anybody harming those I love, I will absolutely be slicing a bitch in half.
Minutes later, we find ourselves crouching behind a tree, watching as Ward Cameron points a gun in my family's direction. I had every right to be fearful because here I am, staring at a horrifying picture. My heart is about to plummet under the ground, bury itself in a grave at this point because I feel as if I can't breathe.
I can't lose him. I can't lose John B.
My eyes flit between John B and Dad who I find is clutching his side, and if I'm not mistaken, he's bleeding. He's injured. He needs help, assistance, anything. I need to be there for him. I need to help him. That's what I'm supposed to do as his daughter, right?
I have this intense need to charge forward and check on Dad, to check on John B and Sarah, but I feel a hand on my lower back, forcing me to stay where I am. I snap my head over at my brother, watching as his eyes meet mine. He sees me. He knows I'm here. I'm not going anywhere.
