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𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓, 𝐼'𝑚 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑎𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑒
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑎𝑦 𝐼'𝑣𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡, 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑏𝑒 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑒
𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑖𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒
𝐿𝑖𝑓𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑎 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛
𝑆𝑜 𝑙𝑒𝑡'𝑠 𝑑𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑘 𝑢𝑝 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒
𝑃𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑤𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑒
𝐒𝐚𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐲 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐎'𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧
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The teens had gotten some food and with the extras Alex made a plate for his dad. Walking past various artifacts belonging to the magician who once owned their hostel, Alex turns a corner and sees his dad in a straitjacket sitting on a couch.
"Hungry?" Alex asks looking down at his dad
"You gonna feed me by hand, or take me out of this jacket?" Geoffrey asks trying to move his hands that were restrained by the jacket
"Yeah, I don't like any of those choices. Maybe I'll just keep it for myself" Alex says trying to find a place to put down the plate but instead keeps a hold of it as he sits down across from his dad
"I don't have much of an appetite anyway. My head is pounding" Geoffrey mentions making Alex hold on to the piece of bacon
"Yeah, Jonah put you in one of those boxes. Now usually good for somebody's health" Alex says taking a bite of the bacon
"Neither is this right here. I'm talkin' about your health, not mine." Geoffrey says which only makes Alex scoff "You don't know what you've gotten yourself into, son. You need to walk away and leave it to us"
"So you can handle it like you handled Darius?" Alex asks believing that his father had killed Darius
"That...wasn't the plan," Geoffrey hesitantly says deciding not to break the news of who truly shot Darius but also had to phrase what he was saying correctly so his son wouldn't catch on, "Sometimes you trust someone to do the right thing, and they...just don't. As for your crew, the hacking computer stolen from Atlas in the middle of the day, a kid flipping a truck at the dig site-"
"That wasn't us, all right? At least... not technically" Alex interrupts while placing the plate of food on the desk behind him
"My point is, that shit was messy. Alex, you- Since you were little, I could always tell when you were wingin' it." Geoffrey says making Alex turn his head and shakes it not liking that his dad was suddenly reminiscing the past "Improvising because you thought you'd be smart enough when the time came. Well, this isn't a world history exam"
"Just like you to underestimate me"
"You can't go up against Jonah. He will kill you!" Geoffrey exclaims making Alex stand up from his seat having had enough
"Like you killed fifteen runaways?"
"Cut the bullshit Alex. We can rehash the past some other time. I'm trying to keep you alive" Geoffrey tries to explain to his stubborn son
"Well, I don't need your help for that" Alex says turning around to leave
"Really?" Geoffrey asks making Alex stop walking as it sounded his father knew something "Ok, 'cause it seems to me you're missing some critical information"
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✓𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 | C. STEIN
FanfictionThe oldest tale in time is that as a teenager one's biggest worries are acne, fitting in, anxiety, and high school. What is not supposed to be a teenagers biggest worries is becoming runaways with their old band of friends while uncovering the dark...
