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(CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR ) THE RUNAWAY
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EDEN NEVER TRUSTED EASILY. She would never give her trust and secrets to a person she has just met, she would never tell everything that is happening around her and then be stabbed in the back. Because that's always what happens, isn't it? We give our greatest trust to the person we think is who they are, but then we end up betrayed because we are too stupid to see what that person is hiding. The world is stupid, never careful enough. Never ready enough to expect what will happen. Especially in a small town, everyone thinks everyone is okay and not liars. But they are all wrong.
Small towns are the real reason for the lies. Everything is known, everything is done, everything is controlled by one person. There is always this person who runs the town without even denying it because he loves power. Because he likes being able to do what he wants without having the police on his ass, because the police are his sidekick — his best friends in a way. Because without the police, he would have been in prison for a long time. His crimes were written all over his face, but he wasn't locked in a cell. He wasn't. Ward Cameron was not in prison. Thomas Perez was not in prison.
Ward Cameron . . . Ward Cameron . . .
Ward Cameron.
This name ran over and over in Eden's head without ever being able to take a break to breathe. It was ingrained in her, as if to constantly remind her that it was he who had just brainwashed John B, that he killed Big John with his father. She should be thinking about her father, about what he did too, but Ward Cameron had taken over her thoughts. It was more than just a matter of treasure. Ward smiled at her every day she came to see Sarah knowing that her father was somewhere. Knowing what he had done to the father of the boy she liked. She hated him. She hated him and she wanted him to be arrested for years. For the rest of his life.
She wanted to punch him in the face instead of staying locked in this dark room. She was there, in her own shadow which appeared thanks to the small light lit in the corner of the room. She was alone and locked away and lost. Her body was slow her his eyes trying to stay awake as best as possible. Eden didn't understand what was happening, and tears were flowing every second since she was stuck within its walls. The girl didn't want to believe what was happening to her — last night she had a man and her spirit taken from her and fell into an endless night. She only woke up this morning, and ever since she's been trying to scream or just talk. She couldn't die, right? Why would anyone want to kill her? In fact, she wasn't sure of anything anymore.
Her hands had been trying to free themselves for minutes and minutes, but it came to nothing. They were tied to a rope and her wrists hurt. She hurt everywhere, she wasn't feeling well. Since she opened her eyes, she had tried as best she could to control herself, she couldn't have an anxiety attack at this precise moment. She had to leave as quickly as possible.
