it’s not true anyway. I am losing all my control.
Parker has found all possible entry points from the construction notes from when the house was built. It has three main door openings, one being going through the basement and then of course the windows and if we are desperate and are able to shrink, he thinks the fire place is an option.
“None of us are Santa, Park.”
I look over at Lil after she says that. She smiles then lays her head down on her arm and closes her eyes a little. They are partially open as she watches us, but I know it won’t be for long. I am sure she is just exhausted. She is still healing and needs lots of rest. I know she is stubborn as shit though, so if I am going to get her to go to bed, I will need to figure another way than just asking her to go lay down. There is no way she would if there is a possibility that she may miss something.
“Alright Park, until we get more info I think we can stop beating this dead horse. I am so tired and sick of looking at that house. It’s starting to blur and look like a fucking neighborhood.”
“Oh! How did we forget? We need to get an aerial view of the neighborhood.”
I look over at Lil and she just smiles a little and shakes her head. We aren’t going anywhere.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
LILLIAN
Having both Parker and Wesson here together should be a dream come true. I know they think I am not really paying attention but they would be wrong. I have that house so imbedded into my head that I could walk it with a blindfold on. I know they are going to hate me but I have to do this. I am developing a plan and unfortunately I will probably have to enlist some help from Vanessa. I don’t know her, I assume she knows of me. I hope she knows my situation as much as someone from the outside can. I cannot risk them going in and dying. I can’t risk someone else’s life going before mine. I also need to be able to talk to Lucas before everything goes down. I need to know what causes someone to do what he did. I thought that we meant something to him. I know it could all be an act. However, I think there was a time when I saw more in him. If I think back, there was compassion and no one is that good of an actor. I also know he raised Wesson and fuck if he didn’t raise him well. So again, how does someone do that then try to kill them? I need to know.
I know I am drifting to sleep but I can only hear them argue over the same things so many times before I freak out on them so I let the fatigue take me over and I will enjoy what rest I can get. If I am honest with myself, I am very tired. I know I look it because I know Wesson was trying to cover for me. I saw him looking at me. I saw the look of concern. I am still pissed at him pushing me away but deep down I know that with everything he knows he was in the right. I also know that I will need to tell him soon—tell him before I leave that I remember. That I love him.
I feel someone picking me up under my legs and resting my head on his other arm against his chest. It feels just like when Braxton would carry me when we were traveling. Prior to knowing Wesson. I want it to be Braxton. Not because of any intimate feelings toward him but because I miss the hell out of him as a friend. I also can’t help how bad I hurt knowing he is gone, and it is my entire fault. I bury my face in Wesson’s arms knowing that it is Wesson. He feels like Wesson, he smells like Wesson. I hear Parker tell him where my room is. He turns the other way. I smile against his chest. I know he sleeps better, nightmare free when I am with him just like I do. I am glad I can be that for him for a bit longer.
He lies be down and pulls off my socks. He goes to his bag then starts to undress me. I know he is trying to make me comfortable, he isn’t trying to be fresh. Then he takes his shirt and pulls it over my head and covering me. His
Parker has found all possible entry points from the construction notes from when the house was built. It has three main door openings, one being going through the basement and then of course the windows and if we are desperate and are able to shrink, he thinks the fire place is an option.
“None of us are Santa, Park.”
I look over at Lil after she says that. She smiles then lays her head down on her arm and closes her eyes a little. They are partially open as she watches us, but I know it won’t be for long. I am sure she is just exhausted. She is still healing and needs lots of rest. I know she is stubborn as shit though, so if I am going to get her to go to bed, I will need to figure another way than just asking her to go lay down. There is no way she would if there is a possibility that she may miss something.
“Alright Park, until we get more info I think we can stop beating this dead horse. I am so tired and sick of looking at that house. It’s starting to blur and look like a fucking neighborhood.”
“Oh! How did we forget? We need to get an aerial view of the neighborhood.”
I look over at Lil and she just smiles a little and shakes her head. We aren’t going anywhere.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
LILLIAN
Having both Parker and Wesson here together should be a dream come true. I know they think I am not really paying attention but they would be wrong. I have that house so imbedded into my head that I could walk it with a blindfold on. I know they are going to hate me but I have to do this. I am developing a plan and unfortunately I will probably have to enlist some help from Vanessa. I don’t know her, I assume she knows of me. I hope she knows my situation as much as someone from the outside can. I cannot risk them going in and dying. I can’t risk someone else’s life going before mine. I also need to be able to talk to Lucas before everything goes down. I need to know what causes someone to do what he did. I thought that we meant something to him. I know it could all be an act. However, I think there was a time when I saw more in him. If I think back, there was compassion and no one is that good of an actor. I also know he raised Wesson and fuck if he didn’t raise him well. So again, how does someone do that then try to kill them? I need to know.
I know I am drifting to sleep but I can only hear them argue over the same things so many times before I freak out on them so I let the fatigue take me over and I will enjoy what rest I can get. If I am honest with myself, I am very tired. I know I look it because I know Wesson was trying to cover for me. I saw him looking at me. I saw the look of concern. I am still pissed at him pushing me away but deep down I know that with everything he knows he was in the right. I also know that I will need to tell him soon—tell him before I leave that I remember. That I love him.
I feel someone picking me up under my legs and resting my head on his other arm against his chest. It feels just like when Braxton would carry me when we were traveling. Prior to knowing Wesson. I want it to be Braxton. Not because of any intimate feelings toward him but because I miss the hell out of him as a friend. I also can’t help how bad I hurt knowing he is gone, and it is my entire fault. I bury my face in Wesson’s arms knowing that it is Wesson. He feels like Wesson, he smells like Wesson. I hear Parker tell him where my room is. He turns the other way. I smile against his chest. I know he sleeps better, nightmare free when I am with him just like I do. I am glad I can be that for him for a bit longer.
He lies be down and pulls off my socks. He goes to his bag then starts to undress me. I know he is trying to make me comfortable, he isn’t trying to be fresh. Then he takes his shirt and pulls it over my head and covering me. His
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