Inheritance Of Secrets

A key

Annabelle's POV

Once again I was the one running away. Once again I had too many problems to count. Once again I chose to ignore all my issues and run away.

I got changed, packed a bag and drove off.

This time I didn't know when I was coming back. Or if I even wanted to.

Jameson was my best friend but every time I try to help it just seems to ruin everything. I know he is hurt and mad but he was also right. I couldn't fix everything. I can't fix him.

I wanted to cry.

If I cried it might help.

I only felt numb.

The roads were silent. It seemed like I was the only person driving off to nowhere.

There was one place I could go. I would finish my cold case and no one would bother me. Mostly because they wouldn't know where I was.

I pulled the car over to type in the directions. Before I got back on the road I shot Ethan a text.

Anna- I'm going to the Resits library, which I won. If anyone asks I am unavailable.

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By the time I arrived, it was past 1:30. I was also now more aware of the idiocy of coming here alone and in the middle of the night. No going back now.

I walked up to the building. It blended in with the other properties of the block. It looked rather old and the door was weathered and had rust on the hinges.

The door had a code and a fingerprint.

Above the handle, there were initials carved into the door.

A F C.

My initials.

I pressed my pointer finger on the door. I waited a beat before walking inside.

The second I had light poured down blinding me. I covered my eyes trying to adjust.

The room was rather bland. It was set up just like a waiting room for an appointment. To the side there was a coffee table and a few chairs and right by the entry to the library there was a receptionist desk.

The only thing that had changed since the last time I was here was a painting hanging above the door. It displayed a large ship battling the sea. If it had been real life the ship would be close to sinking. The wave in the distance of the artwork would have taken it out.

I turned away from the art and looked towards the desk.

As I get closer I see a rolled-up piece of paper lying on the other side. I reach over the desk standing on the tips of my feet. I undo the thin piece of tape on the front and unravel the paper.

It's blank.

I hold it up to the light. Still blank.

I shrug it off knowing there is something that I will have to use it for later. I reach for the door handle to the library.

I pull on it.

It doesn't budge.

I try again.

Nothing.

I rush to check the exit door.

Once again it doesn't even move.

I'm locked in here.

I slide down to the floor wrapping my hands around the front of my legs. It hurts. Everything hurts.

It aches. I feel it in my bones. Everywhere.