❝Calm your tits, man. You got your fucking dark roast latte with an extra shot of fuckboy all over my arm!❞
During an evening in May, Tasha Aquino finally acquires her chance at an adventure. However, it comes at a deadly price and her seemingly un...
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twenty-seven ◌ payne and panic
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It had been two days since arriving to Toulouse, and I had yet to leave this room. Wanting some fresh air, I volunteered to grab late lunch for the boys and I. However, because my French speaking skills suck, Liam thought it'd be best if he or Harry retrieved sustenance to better blend in with the locals. Not wanting to argue with him, for the mere fact that he was still upset with me, I agreed to let Harry venture into town by himself.
So that left me, sitting on the bed flipping through the ten channels on the television. Liam on the other hand, had just stepped out of the shower smelling like a spring day when his phone began to violently ring on the bedside dresser. He pounced towards the device, grabbing it and swiping a finger across the screen.
"Hey Aliana," Liam answered, holding the phone in front of his face as oppose to his ear.
FaceTime, I assumed.
"Oh! You received the package I sent for Lila," the smile across Liam's face was the biggest I've seen in a long while. I silently observed the sudden bout of happiness exuding from the boy. "Aliana? Lila? Where ya at?"
Liam's grin faded into smooth lines as an expression of confusion drifted onto his face instead. He scrutinized the screen for a moment, till a loud crash exited from the phone's speakers. Liam let out a deep gasp as his eyes widened with fear.
"What's wrong?" I jolted out of my position on the bed, and hurriedly joined Liam.
"Aliana! Where are you? Where's Lila?" Liam screamed at the phone, his worry growing more intense as the milliseconds passed by.
I studied the scene playing on Liam's phone, finding a large, open box at the center of the screen. The package was destroyed, a black, heavy-duty boot crushing the cardboard box before stepping on top of a familiar object.
A Carebear.
The bright blue stuffed animal laid on its side, as the monstrous foot came in contact with the plush toy. My breathing hitched as I watched the frightening scene unfold before me. Liam continued to bellow at his device, demanding for an answer. As he did, the hotel room door opened wide to reveal Harry.
"Sorry I took a while, couldn't decide on poached eggs or—" Harry stopped dead in his tracks, shutting the barricade behind him. He eyed Liam intently, "what's going on?"
"Something's wrong with Liam's family," I answered urgently, and like reflex, Harry ran over to Liam's side.
We continued gawking at the phone screen, memorizing every single aspect about the scene for analyzation later. The heavy boot no longer invaded the setting, and instead my eyes zoned in on a peculiar object off into the distance. A messy, black lump sprawled on the beige carpet captured my attention, as did a fallen lamp with its shade aimlessly tossed off to the side.
