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Chapter 14

Sammy

“Idon’t care Livie, it’s not happening,” I shook my head, dragging her by her tiny bicep towards my car.

“Why not?” she pouted and ripped out of my hold.

“Just because the car is a different colour, doesn’t mean they won’t be on the lookout for Subaru’s in general. We take this, end of discussion.”

I opened the passenger side door to my old Corolla and gestured for her to get it.

It was a certified shitbox, sure.

But it was what it needed to be - inconspicuous.

There was nothing low-key or inconspicuous about Livie’s loud as hell, purple WRX. And though this shitty blue Corolla was not my style, it would do the job.

We didn’t need to risk them seeing yet another vehicle that was tied to the family. They all knew about Jolene, now they knew about Abigail.

This was a safe bet.

And though it was rusted and busted - she was still fast.

Which was the main thing we needed.

Livie eventually got in and buckled her seatbelt, and I cramped myself into the driver’s seat, forcing the seat backwards as far as it would go. My head touched the roof, and my shoulders felt squished.

I rolled the window down and put an arm out, allowing myself more room before I drove out onto the highway. I noticed Livie’s knee bouncing and she chewed on her long nails as we drove out of the city and back to the suburbs.

We had no idea where King would be tonight, but because of the work we had done before this - we had it pretty narrowed down. It shouldn’t have been too hard to find him.

We pulled up down the road from the main house, and though the front yard was filled with bikes, his car wasn’t there.

We drove past the pub, he wasn’t there either.

“He must be at the safe house?” Livie asked, reading my mind as the frustration built.

I nodded once, and drove towards it.

There was a tense and nervous silence in the air, and I turned up the music.

Livie smiled and shook her head.

“You don’t have to do that just for me,” she laughed, “I’m fine.”

I shrugged.

I was beginning to mind less and less, and smiled as I listened to her hum along to one of the tunes. Bunch of noises slapped together and we were supposed to enjoy it? As much as I tried to understand it over the years, I still couldn’t.

But I did notice the change in her almost instantly as she listened and hummed along. It had some sort of positive effect on her and other people.

Something about me was broken, obviously.

Livie was not the first to look at me like I was crazy when I mentioned my dislike for music. She wouldn’t be the last either.

We pulled up near the safe house and I punched the steering wheel.

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