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Chapter 25 - Don’t Let Down Your Guard

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I give a pained groan when I stir in the morning, my face sticky and cold with dried tears from the night's most recent nightmare, well memory. I rest in bed as my alarm clock blares in the background, making no immediate move to be up. I give a soft sigh as I roll over in my pillow, reaching over to shut off my alarm before calling the school to request a sub in my place for a few days. There's no way in hell I'll be able to teach today and there's only one way to fix it, visit two graves resting side by side as the markers for the dead that have long since departed this world. After making the call I roll back over and pull the covers over my head to drown out the light blazing in through the window, in no mood whatsoever to be awake and active. The graveyard wasn't going anywhere so I could afford time to sleep in for a while longer. After a while of simply laying my face in the pillow and listening to the silence around me I finally work my way out of bed and into a shower before getting dressed, my tired and stressed mind causing me to end up using tea grounds instead of coffee, causing an irritated sigh to leave my lips. I need hard caffeine, not tea. After getting it right the next time around I manage to down three steaming cups of the caffeinated drink within a thirty minute period before I pack a bag for a few day trip.

After checking to ensure everything in my home was locked up I load everything into my car and begin my drive, music set to blast around me as I try to keep my mind off the memories trying to force their way into my head. They could show up when I reached my destination but not before then. What I need is just a few moments peace. When I finally reach the graveyard I pull myself from the car and walk the same path I've walked a million times on my own, the tears already brimming my bottom lashes. No matter how many times I do this I always cry. It's just not something I can avoid and I can't help but think about the whatif's in moments like these. Sure they don't do anything for you and a lot of times make things worse than better but sometimes they just happen without much control. I carefully sit down on the freshly cut grass when I reach my destination, my hand automatically running across the two names etched into the stones as a saddened smile graces my lips.

"It seems danger still runs in the family. I find myself falling for a man that's known to be a fictional mass murderer and the most adorable little girl in the entire world calls him daddy. Nothing makes you prouder than that huh?" I ask, a light chuckle leaving my chest as I give a shake of my head. "I haven't heard anything or seen anybody lurking around so I think I'm in the clear. I won't let down my guard but I think I'm safe."

"That's the easiest moment for people to strike Y/N. Just when you think you're safe you find out you should have been running long ago," a dark voice chuckles, his hand bringing a soaking rag smelling of chloroform to my nose as his arm near crushes my stomach in his tight hold.

"S-Someone h-help," I gasp, too shocked and panicked to close my mouth to keep from consuming the liquid before my vision spots and goes black before I finally collapse in my attacker's arms.