A Cute Little Family Reunion
It does come as a shock when you find out your sister is a crazed lunatic and has killed her best friend so she can have her wish for herself, but to me, I’m not even surprised.
This family is really one of a kind.
No wonder we don’t really do reunions.
But today, for the first time in history, we will.
Samuel just stood there, staring dumbly at me as I started telling him about all of this, and how Grey was Trace’s best friend.
“So... Grey was the girl he was talking about?” He questioned.
“Your sister is the one who murdered Trace.”
“This is so messed up.”
“I know.” I grab his hand and lead him to the side of the streets of Central City.
I need to talk to her right now. I don’t know what I’m going to say, but boy, am I ready to go off on her for killing Theo- I mean Trace. I don’t know what to call him anymore.
I stick my thumb out to hail a cab. Seconds later, a black-and-white car has parked right in front of us.
We get into the cab. I avidly remember mom mumbling Grey’s address to the driver a while ago, and I recite what I had remembered to the driver.
Five awkward minutes had passed and we finally arrived at the house, and we paid for the cab and got out.
“Are you sure about this?” Samuel asked, looking clearly discomforted.
I took a deep breath.
My fingers started to tremble, but I raised my hand to knock on the door anyway.
The door slides open, and I unconsciously reach for Samuel’s arm and squeeze it in fear.
“M-Marigold?” Comes in the beauty I have always been jealous of. She stared at me, wide-eyed.
She didn’t open the door halfway, and she seemed like she was in the middle of cooking something, her cheek was covered in flour. Her eyes darted from me to Samuel.
“The police were looking for you all this time!” She exclaimed and reached for a hug.
I dodged it away.
“Mom kept crying the whole time, she went back to Minnesota, thinking you escaped there.” She continued. “Oh my gosh, Marigold. I’m so glad you’re okay-”
I cut her off and said the first thing that came to my mind:
“Theodore is alive.”
Her concerned expression got wiped off her face so quickly, replaced by very surprised and furious eyes. Her brows furrowed, and she didn’t look like the Grey I know at all.
“And god help you once he knows where you are.”
Just as I said those words, a heavy object was smashed on the back of my head, and I found myself on the floor seconds later.
I hear Samuel yell my name, before grunting in pain and falling on the floor beside me.
I knew this was coming.
Why am I even surprised?