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|25| 𝒞𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝒻ℴ𝓇𝑔ℯ𝓉 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝒷ℴ𝓊𝓇𝒷ℴ𝓃

I'm standing outside of the house,
waiting for the guys to get out here
so we can go to stupid Russia.

It's 4:30 am, and it's freezing,
at this point I should just go inside.

Before I came out they were walking
down the staircase arguing; meaning Braxton was yelling while Ethan stares.

The door opens behind me and
I actually get excited for a second,
then I realize it's just
Zander, at least I won't be alone.

"Marceline, it's cold out here, you
should be inside." I shrug and laugh

"But here you are?" He grabs a
coat off the top of
his suitcase and hands it to me

"I'm leaving in a few minutes, but I
need to talk to you." I nod, waiting
for him to tell me whatever he wants.

He sighs and says "Ethan was talking
to me last night when you were asleep and...well, listen I just-" I roll my eyes,
too tired and cold to wait for this awful
speech. "Just tell me!" he puts his hand
over my mouth to keep me quiet

"They're going to kill you after the
mafia ball to get revenge, you're just
bait to them." that's not surprising.

I shrug and turn to the driveway,
waiting for them to get out here
"Do you hear me? They want
to kill you!" I put my hand over
his mouth and say

"Okay? Most people do, and I'll just have
to escape before they can." he laughs like
it isn't easy to escape him, or his cousins.

The mafia ball is filled with big families,
their friends, and their guards,
hell maybe even their dogs; it won't be
hard to leave unnoticed.

He stops laughing, and gets very serious 
"I want you to come with me,"
I freeze, then I start laughing, my voice echoing off the bricks and through the street.

Zander's suggestions just make me laugh
every time. "Is that really so funny?"
He asks, sounding a little mad.

I try to stop laughing while I nod, tears
start to run down my cheeks and
he glares at me "No, I'm going to Russia."

He sighs "I'm trying to help, I'm going to
Italy, that's where the event is being held,
it would make sense for you to go,"

"they wouldn't be suspicious." I doubt
that; Ethan has definitely noticed
how Zander pretends I'm his girlfriend.

They would be suspicious, but they would probably let me go so I would trust them.
I don't really care though,
if I don't get over my fear of being in Russia then I'll never be able to kill the idiot.

"Fine, if you won't come with me then go
to room fifteen." He starts to
walk away but I grab his arm "What are
you even talking about?!" I whisper-shout.