Chapter 2.
I stared disbelievingly at the self-destructed tablet that had been delievered by room service, along with my piping hot lasagna. A recon/observation mission? Couldn't they have sent Sarah or Harry? They're more suited for this kind of spying/lurking job… I memorized the layout of the place, the drop-off and pick-up points.
'BEEPBEEP' my phone buzzed. I picked it up and read the flashing message.
'Get Some Rest- Ri'
I smiled slightly before heading to bed.
Chapter 3.
I want your horror I want your design
Cuz you're a criminal as long as your mine
I want your love, love, love, love
I want your looove...
I silenced the radio as my fav song got interrupted by the annoying ring of my Samsung Galaxy Note (It came with the job ^^)
'Meganthea.'
'Hey Meg.. So I was wondering... WHAT ON EARTH ARE YOU DOING ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FREAKING STATE! YOUR PLANE LEAVES IN A COUPLE Of hoursrss!'
I held my phone away slightly while rolling my eyes.
'Riley, I never leave without saying bye to Sam! I'll be there. If I don't, then you should panic'
With that I hung up my phone and sped off towards Sam's home
-Later on: 15min and alot of speeding later-
'BOO!'
'AH JEEZUS SAVE ME!'
'Hahahaha! Still as girly as ever Sammy?'
'Shut up Meggg! Is it so hard to pick up the phone and call? Or even make footsteps while in 5 inch heels for that matter?'
'You should know the secret by now Sammy! After all, you're the one who made me a girl XD'
Sam glared at me. I fake-shivered and yelled 'Race you up SAMMMYYYYYYY'
I sprinted up the stairs while Sam stared... I guess a girl running in heels, up a stairs, is a very rare sight in Tranqulity. Oh well, his loss. Hehe
I passed my former room and sighed, before continuing onto Sam's room. I locked the door behind me as I heard Sam's heavy footsteps pound up the stairs. Those reminded me of when he used to do the same thing. 'No Meg, don't think about that. You're a top secret agent now. That was the past' I pushed down the memories.
'Get me a sandwich Sam. That'd be a reasonable bribe' I snickered
I heard Sam sigh defeatedly and trudge down the stairs sluggishly, making his footsteps extra loud.
I looked around Sam's room, seeing that he did not change much from the last couple of years since I left...
It's been 8 years since I left. 8 years since I saw him. 8 years of freedom.
8 years since I saved myself and learnt that there's no one out there for me, but myself.
