Page 54 of Fragments
Leah: I love you too Luth… But don’t text me shit like this. It sounds like a goodbye.
My lips quirk, eyelids so heavy I can’t even keep them open enough to text her back. I pass out clutching my phone to my chest while it buzzes and buzzes.
Sounds wake me abruptly. Loud ones.
Tires screeching. Pounding on the front door.
Booming voices.
Footsteps.
I jump up in bed with my heart immediately lodged in my throat. Stumbling to the window, I peer through the curtains, only to find four black SUVs… in our driveway and on the lawn.
Oh. Fuck.
I gulp and bite my trembling lip, backing away slowly.
My mother is screaming, my dad is yelling.
Am I dreaming?
The footsteps are coming upstairs.
Is this real??
Blowing out a breath, I stand up straight, facing the door.
It’s not a dream. This is really happening.
I’m officially dead.
The steps clunk up the hall, then my bedroom door smashes open as my entire life flashes before my eyes. I just stand still, quaking in place as two huge men in black suits aim guns at my head.
I’m fully prepared for them to shoot me in the face. I’mwaitingfor it…
I wonder if dying hurts…?
But instead, one of the men grumbles, “Lexington Deon?”
I stare at him for a moment, lashes fluttering as I force out a shivery, “Y-yes…”
They lower their weapons, giving each other a quick look while my brows furrow.Maybe they’re not going to kill me?
Relief eases in for a moment… It’s probably pretty foolish.
Because they quickly step forward, grabbing me by the arms. The guy on my right squeezes my bicep, and I feel a small pinch.
“Ow!” I gasp, gaping up at him as the world instantly blurs.
My legs give out, and I try to speak, but I can’t move my mouth. Darkness swallows me up…
Great work, genius.
Roughly one year after that…
They say if you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your life.
I’ve really put that theory to good use at Club Edge.
