Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 74226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74226 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
“Fine, have it your way,” I snap, before spinning around and storming out of my father’s office.
A few treacherous tears escape the corner of my eyes as I stomp down the long hallway until I make it to Luna’s room. She is the only one I can count on right now. Raising my arm, I knock on the wood softly. Loud enough for Luna to hear, but quiet enough so she will be the only one.
She opens the door a moment later, looking at me with curious eyes. “Oh, hey. Come on in.” She opens the door further, and I slipped in beside her. “What’s up? Any news about Ren?”
“Yes and no,” I tell her. “There’s no news about his whereabouts, but I talked to a psychologist, and she confirmed that he is showing signs of a split personality. She also says that it’s treatable and that she can help him.”
“That’s amazing,” Luna says, relief in her soft voice.
“So I have a confession to make,” I tell her, feeling a bit guilty. “You know how I told everyone I wouldn’t be able to find the cabin again?”
“Yes,” she answers, drawing out the three-letter word.
“That was a lie. I know exactly where the cabin is. I was just scared of what my dad would do if he got his hands on Ren without letting me explain properly.”
“Why aren’t we telling him now?”
“Because I still don’t trust him completely. I love my dad, but he acts before he thinks, and I’m worried he’ll make Ren worse instead of helping him. If I could just talk to him, explain what is happening and that my dad isn’t out to kill him, I think I could calm him down and have him come in on his own.”
“I don’t know, Scar. I love my brother more than anything, but he is as hardheaded as your dad.”
“I can get to him. You know I can.”
Luna bites her bottom lip as her light blue eyes wander all over the room like she has to really think this through. “All right, what’s your plan?”
“I knew I came to the right person.” I grin. “So, I’m thinking we can swipe one of the guards’ cars and drive out to the cabin ourselves.
“Steal a car?”
“Not steal… borrow.” I grin even wider. “You know my dad has cars ready on a whim, unlocked and key inside. This compound is so secure, no one is going to worry about their car getting stolen.”
“Actually…” Luna runs her hand through her long blonde hair. “I know where my dad parked, and he leaves his keys in the glove compartment. So, we could borrow my parent’s car. Somehow, I would feel better about that. Plus, if Ren sees my dad’s car coming, he is way less likely to freak out and run.”
“You are a genius, Luna! I didn’t even think of that.” I try to keep my voice down, but excitement has me raising my tone. I force myself to lower my volume. “So that means you are in?”
“Let’s go on an adventure.” Luna grins from ear to ear, but her elation doesn’t reach her eyes. I find the same worry I’m feeling reflecting back at me.
“I’m a little scared too,” I admit, “but it will be worth it. We’ll find him and get him the help he needs.”
Luna bobs her head up and down, her smile fading away. “I really hope so.”
Me too.
“I’m going to go back to my room and wait. Meet me downstairs at ten tonight?”
“Sounds good,” Luna answers before I slip out of her room and close the door behind me.
I make my way back to my room to take a much-needed shower before I take my time getting changed into some dark skinny jeans and a comfortable hoody. I put my unruly long hair in a bun at the top of my head and slip into my boots to complete my car-hijacking-look.
Time passes slowly for the rest of the day as I wait for ten o’clock to come around. My mom has dinner sent up to my room when I don’t come downstairs to eat. I force the food down, knowing I need to feed myself and the baby. When I finally sneak down the stairs, Luna is already waiting for me at the bottom.
“Let’s use the kitchen door out to the terrace and walk around to where the cars are parked,” I whisper, knowing that guards are standing in front of the main door.
We tiptoe through the dark hallway and into the kitchen. My heart is racing, though I know this house like the back of my hand, I keep thinking I’m about to run into something to make a loud noise that will alert everyone under this roof.
When we get to the kitchen door, I open it slowly, expecting some kind of alarm to go off even though I know the door is not triggered. My mind is playing tricks on me, the guilt of leaving again weighing heavy on me.