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Chapter 20
The plates that were once full of food are now empty. Tyler leans back, pulling me with him. “What are you going to do now?” he asks.
“I need to call Claire and Jane to touch base about what is happening. Then I was planning to go home and pack,” I said.
“I’ll help you pack,” Tyler offers.
“Okay. I’d like that, but,” I warn. “...I will only let you come if the doctor discharges you.” Tyler sets his chin against my shoulder and is silent for a moment.
“Okay,” he mumbles. I gently pat his head while reaching for my phone. While I enjoy being close to Tyler, it feels weird. I have spent so much time pushing him
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As I turn the corner, my house comes into view. The car bumps slightly as I pull over the curb and into my driveway. I press a button on the dashboard and my garage door rattles up. I press my foot to the gas pedal and slide my car forward into the garage. The engine falls silent as the garage door rattles its way shut. Tyler and I step out of the car, doors slamming shut in tandem. Metal clinks against metal as I pull my key ring from my purse and unlock the door leading into the house. Tyler follows me through the hallways to my office. I enter the room and proceed to sit in the chair behind my desk. “What are we doing in here?” Tyler asks, sitting down on the couch in the center of the room. “I’m going to write a list of what I need to pack, so I don’t forget anything,” I reply, pulling open the top drawer to my right and rummaging around for a pen and notebook. “Oh. Are you not going to sell this house when you move in with me?” he questions. “Are you ke
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Time flies by as Tyler and I pack box after box. My office items were packed first. Then we moved on to my bathroom and bedroom. My bathroom supplies are currently stacked in boxes next to the bedroom door. There are only a few piles of clothes left to put in boxes. I fold a shirt and set it in the box to my left when I hear the sound of tape being pulled from the roll. I look behind me and see Tyler taping up his box. “That’s the last of my boxes. I’m going to take the finished ones down the hall to the front door. I told Cole to send over some warriors to help move the boxes to the packhouse. They should be here soon,” Tyler informs me. “Okay,” I say. “I’m going to finish the rest of my packing and then I will join you.” I pick up another shirt, fold it, and set it in the box. I can hear Tyler walking back and forth through the house as I continue folding clothes and placing them in boxes. The doorbell rings as I am taping the last box shut. I don’t bother to rush to
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“What are you going to do now?” Tyler asks me as we are finishing our meal. “I was planning on unpacking. I’m not sure what I will do after that,” I reply. “Okay. Why don’t you get started on that while I take these trays back down to the kitchen,” he offers. “The boxes with your things in them should be in your room.” “Alright,” I say. I stand up from the couch I was seated on and walk over to the door that leads to my room. I turn the handle and the door swings open. I cast a precursory glance over the room. The walls are dark blue, to match the accents of Tyler’s room. The bed had a light gray comforter. The small side couch and window curtains were also gray. The furniture was made of a dark reddish brown wood. Sitting at the end of my new bed are the boxes. One by one, I cut the tape that secures the flaps down. I check the contents of each box and sort them into piles. When I finish, there are four piles. One is bedroom items, another is bathroom
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I open my eyes and find myself sitting in a flower field. Green grass and little purple wildflowers wave around me. I stare up at the blue sky and blink away the tears in my eyes. I know where this is. I know what is going to happen. “Arielle,” a female voice calls. A man and woman walk out of the trees surrounding the meadow. They are carrying picnic supplies. I start to cry harder. “Don’t come over here!” I shout at them. My warning falls on deaf ears. Just like every time this happens. My nightmare. I am forced to watch as my parents set up and enjoy the picnic lunch with me. The wolves show up right when they are supposed to. Five rogues rush towards my parents who shift to fight them. “Stop!” I yell. “Don’t fight them! Just run!” I cry as my parents don’t respond. I can’t even move to fight with them. I am helpless. My mother is killed before my eyes once more. I watch, sobbing, as my dad kills the last of the rogues only to die shortly after. “Arielle,
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