Page 113 of Life To My Flight

She stopped, though, looking over her shoulder and smiling widely.

I must’ve had some sort of expression on my face that resembled pure terror, because she started to laugh once she caught a look at me.

“Oh, by the way,” she said. “I sent the guys out to look at my car that conveniently broke down. They are all at the other end of the street.”

Then she wiggled what looked like a spark plug at me and winked.

Fucking winked.

“Peace,” she said as she walked away, disappearing through the door of my bedroom.

A loud crash sounded from somewhere in the living room area, confirming that the men were not there anymore. If they had been, they wouldn’t have let her do that. And they’d be rushing in here right now to see just what had happened to me.

Despair rose thick inside my throat, and I just knew this was it.

I’d never see Cleo again.

I’d never see my grandmother again.

I’d never be a mother.

Or a grandmother.

I wouldn’t be anything, because I’d be dead.

As the thick, noxious smoke started to fill the air, I felt horrible for Cleo.

He’d witness his greatest fear.

Losing me.

A fear he’d admitted to on the way home from the courthouse, only hours before.

My eyes closed on their own accord.

The smoke was getting thick.

So thick that I couldn’t even get a full breath anymore.

My lungs felt like they were on fire, and as my breath sawed faster and faster in and out of my lungs, I knew it was a matter of moments before I lost consciousness.

The hand that was on the glass vase slipped down, finally tipping the whole thing over.

The marbles crashed to the floor, scattering everywhere.

However, the roar of the fire burning just outside the room drowned out the sound, doing no good.

My arm flopped to the couch limply, and my face fell further, burying in the crook of the couch, suffocating me even more.

Then there was nothing.

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Cleo

This is a pretty new car to be breaking down, I thought.

Loki had gone to meet his wife so they didn’t have two vehicles here when it was time to leave later.

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