Aah... Chapter 33 here it comes! im so happy!
A small note; this chapter is a little smaller than my kind of 'usual' but believe me when I say that the next one is going to be ginormous!
Well, that's all. Enjoy!
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Florence was mazed but, for the most part, restless.
What chanced to cause her such distress?
Where was her mind running off to? Was it leaving its control? She could practically see it growing legs- fast legs at that.
It was a sprouting, worrisome problem seeing her absence in this world get more common as time passed. That was probably why she couldn't remember why she was hastening down the stairs in the first place. Her legs were carrying out the burden, the brain had long forgotten its place and she was moving like a confused cyborg towards the kitchen where the thunderous sound had come from.
That's right! The sound...
She had just about finished fitting a pair of sneakers on. Despite the crispness in the morning air, it was still quite hot outside, so she opted for a pair of jean shorts and a simple sleeveless white shirt with a black-lettered quote on it.
She wanted to braid her hair to keep the bangs from her face but that's when the sound stopped her. It sounded like glass breaking. The high- pitch screech it created was too loud to ignore. She heard it all the way upstairs, after all.
Jason was there, supposedly making coffee.
Her sprinting lost their momentum for a moment.
Maybe he accidentally dropped something...
She took a breath.
If so, then why was it so loud? It wasn't something falling, it was something smashing...
For unexplainable fears, she peaked her head from the door frame, considering the kitchen. She was hesitant to enter.
The bits and pieces of glass scattered around the floor were the first note she took. The man sitting calmly at her table was not taken into account until too much thought later when she finally realized this was not Jason but her troublesome cousin.
And Jason? Well, he was nowhere to be found. The back door was slightly ajar, which, considering the circumstances, was not normal.
Abandoning her temporary hiding place, she approached Brandon who seemed too preoccupied by whatever grim thought he was bearing in mind. He was straddling the chair, rubbing his chin thoughtfully while a familiar smirk was playing on his lips. His eyes trailed all the broken pieces on the floor, following each and every one with narrowed eyes. She found his stance rather grotesque, considering he had his back to her, his front facing the back door, yet his head was angled all the way back for him to look at the floor.
Where is the logic in that?
No longer caring for stealth, Florence walked into the room with a significant scowl. "What are you doing here?"
His head turned all the way to the other side, glimpsing at her. The smirk was briefly replaced by a wide grin. "You and I have unfinished business."
The girl looked down and giggled softly before turning again at him with a subtle expression. "You and I set a meeting," she began, striding with hands held behind her back, "you never came." She stood right in front of him, a dire glint dripping from her eyes. "So, naturally, I presumed you realized there was really nothing left for us to discuss."
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