What if? (3)

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Author's Note: 

I did it! I have been writing all day and hopefully its good. I've also been writing on The Program (which will be posted after this) 

Tell me what you think. I love reading comments :)

-the velvet rose-

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Recap:

“Ha-ha-ha. I am just dying laughing.. I’ll see you tomorrow. Just think about yesterday if you start to miss me.” 

I threw a pillow at him, but of course I have horrible throwing and it smacked into the wall. 

He flashed a smile then closed the door behind him and I just sat there.

Oh gosh. What have I done?  I mean, yesterday, did I seriously go that far? 

I’m confusing myself.

I do love Jack though. And he loves me. 

I took a deep breath of relief when I decided that I didn’t do anything wrong. But then my breath got ragged when I thought of Jack fighting.

No, I wont go to the building because he told me, repeatedly, that I shouldn’t go and once he may have threatened to lock me in the basement of this house. 

I’ll just stay here and wait for him to come back, because he IS coming back..

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Its been over twenty-four hours since Jack has left, and so here I am with fingernail polish and curlers in my hair because I’ve been bored out of mind. 

I’ve also been looking at my eyes a lot, and calling for Noel. I know she’s there somewhere. 

She must have answers… but she wont show up. 

Its been over a day and a half. I started doing some exercises Jack had showed me on earth. 

I guess half a day isn’t that bad.. Right? 

Two and a half days later, I decided not to wait. I’m going to find him. I don’t care what he said.

I grabbed a large pocket knife and put it in my pocket, then I walked out of the house and started banging on each door till someone answered. 

The man who answered was surprised to see me.

“I’m not used to seeing females wandering around,” He told me. 

“Well I’m looking for Jack..” I explained. 

“Jack? didn’t he go to the main building? He should be back by now..” 

Does everyone know each other here? Are there not two Jacks? But Jack does have a way of making an impression. It might not be a good one, but he makes an impression none the less. 

“Have you had contact with anyone?” I demanded. 

“No, they don’t contact unless there is a problem,” 

“Can you take me there?” 

“Jack told me you would do this..” 

“What?” 

“No I cant. Jack gave me strict orders. He said if I even pointed you in the right direction, that he would personally hunt me down and take a limb off..” He winced at the memory. 

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