"Emma?" he said as confusion settled on the guy's face.
"Actually, can we talk about this in private?" Reneé requested, standing up.
"Why?" the woman asked, she was facing them now, her hands folded across her chest.
"Uhh...please?" Reneé said, not knowing how to bargain while putting up an innocent expression and she was left to be scrutinized as to whether she was a serial killer or not.
"Okay, come on" Mike said, gesturing towards a room.
"But Mike..." his mother protested.
"I can handle it mom"
Reneé told Noah that she would be back in a few minutes and left him in the living room. Mike lead her inside the room which seemed to be a gaming room and sat in a corner as he switched on the television to drown out their voices.
"So, Emma, how may I help you?" he asked, leaning forward in his chair.
"I'm not Emma, I lied, my name is Reneé" she confessed, while his eyebrows furrowed.
"Please don't ask me any questions, hear me out first. I..." Reneé had travelled so long just for this moment, the moment it would all end, and yet no words came to her tongue. She couldn't bear to beat around the bush. She had to say it, loud and clear.
"Emma is dead"
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One Balloon Away
Teen FictionJust when eighteen-year-old Renée Martin is about to commit suicide, an unexpected note meant for someone else leads her to the city she has always dreaded, Paris. Join her on this disastrous journey as she struggles with self-esteem, anxiety and th...
