38- Fake

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I stand there looking at my watch .

Its just 2:30.

It's fine.

The door opens and I look up.

"Aunt Grace ???!!!" I was shocked.

Why was I given this address.

"Dear you are back in town !?" She asked.

She led me inside.

I am not understanding anything

I just stare at the ground

"Honey are you fine you have been shaking your foot nervously" she asked.

I guess I  came to the wrong house.

I didn't say anything and I was about to open the door.

She came so fast

"Not so fast honey " she said

"Aunt I am bit late I need to catch a flight  it was nice meeting you " I said smiling

"You will be catching a flight only if you leave my house " she said

I was about to reply when something caught me eye.

Chains were broken.

I snapped my head towards her .

"I am so sad your brothers couldn't even say a goodbye to you "  she said

"What do you mean?" I said losing my confidence

"Honey you have been my target since I lost my son " why did I had to come here

"You your brother killed him " she yelled at me.

"A-aunt no . He he suicided" I guess I shouldn't have said that because the next thing I knew was she opened a drawer and the thing that she took give me cold sweat.

It was a gun.

"You would have been dead at your prom party but no everything got backfired. But I could break you both " she said and started laughing.

I just stood there .

My head was spinning.

What did she just say now.

She looked at me coldly.

"Everything was a set up dear. When that guy kissed you your poor boyfriend believed it . Well that guy was giving such a good show right . Poor poor what was your boyfriend's name Duke? Whatever poor boy got heartbroken and when you went after him he was holding a girl. It was fun seeing you hurt . Especially seeing your brothers hurt"
She said laughing

And hot tears dropped down.

She was getting near me.

I ran.

God knows where .

I don't know any route .

I just ran.

My life was fake !!!???

I hit something so sharp  and my hand started bleeding.

I can't stop

I hold my bleeding hand and hold my pain

"Where are you dear?"

I was feeling suffocated.

My breaths are going short

No

I cant stop.

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