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A sharp knock on the door. Thomas murmurs sleepily and lifts his head from the pillow. He blinks and tries to rub his eyes, but oh wait, he forgot his wrists are still tied. He grumbles and struggles to sit up from the bed as Lavender comes in.

"Hey. I brought you some new clothes. Figured you'd want a change." She sets a bundle on the bedside table then leans against the wall and watches him. Thomas glances at her twice.

"Aren't you going to leave me alone?" he asks hoarsely.

"I will. Soon enough. I just... want to make sure you're okay."

"Okay?" He coughs.

"Well, obviously, you're- you're not okay," she says, vaguely gesturing to all of him, "But as good as can be after what happened."

"After what happened. Are you talking about Mateo almost raping me, or you locking me in a box, or filming me, or torturing me, or-"

"Alright, I get it! I'm a monster!" She throws her hands up in the air and Thomas flinches. She's about to say something mean but then stops and looks at the kid she's held captive for weeks. His clothes are spotted with blood and grime and he's got cuts and bruises everywhere. The pain in his eyes had become permanent. The wear and tear was showing through. Lavender sighs.

"I'm sorry. Nevermind about that. You want pancakes?"

Thomas gives her a weird look.

"... Okay. Will you untie me so I can get dressed?"

"You have five minutes." She takes out the knife strapped to her leg and saws at the rope around his wrists then leaves. The lock on the door clicks. Thomas shakily gets up and rubs his arms. He doesn't know how much more of this he can take. Lavender has got to let him go, and soon. It was a close call with Mateo yesterday and he knows he won't be able to go through that again.

He changes into the clean clothes Lavender gave him and gazes out the window for a while. It's like there's nothing out there but trees. For the first time, he notices how beautiful the deep green forest is. It would be nice to stay here if you take out the bound-and-gagged part of the daily routine. He sighs and rubs his eyes.

A pair of handcuffs is slid under the door and Lavender calls from the hallway.

"Put those on."

Ah, back to the daily routine. He grimaces and obeys, but makes sure that the cuffs are loose enough to... well, loose enough.

The door swings open. Lavender's got her knife out and ready, as always. She goes to put her hand on his shoulder to lead him down the hall, but Thomas recoils. Lavender pauses, murmurs "sorry" and takes a step back before letting him walk himself down the hall, down the stairs and to the kitchen. The sun streams through the curtains and warms the linoleum floor. It's a peaceful morning.

Lavender pulls out one if the wooden chairs for her captive, he takes a seat, then she turns to the stove.

"Blueberry or chocolate?"

Thomas hesitates. His mom always made him chocolate pancakes for special occasions.

"Chocolate, please," he answers quietly. She nods and sets out some ingredients.

There's silence between the two for a long time. Thomas shifts in his chair. He's not tied down like he normally is. Why doesn't he run? The door's right there. Then again, he's closer to Lavender and her knife than he is to the door. He keeps his head down and fixes his eyes on a spot on the ground while Lavender cooks.

The kidnapper sets down the plate of pancakes and takes a seat in front of Thomas, staring at him with her hand cradling her face. He awkwardly glances at her.

"What?" he asks.

"Nothing. Nothing, I just... I cut off all ties with Mateo. You don't have to worry about him again."

Thomas stares back.

"He'd been my friend for years. Uh. Or, at least, I considered him a friend." Lavender gets up and goes to the fridge. "Ever since he picked me up, when we were working together, he kinda... focused on his own wants." She takes out a carton of orange juice and swishes it around. Thomas keeps his eyes glued to the floor.

"Mateo always got what he wanted because he was always in charge. And then I started this job without him, and he wanted to be in charge again." Lavender takes a swig from the carton. "And he can't just do that. He crossed some major lines." She puts the carton back in the fridge and shuts the door. Thomas finally looks up to meet her eyes.

"It shouldn't have taken this long for me to cut him off. I'm sorry."

Thomas pokes at the pancakes in front of him.

"I appreciate that you poured the whole of your little black heart into that apology. But. Uh. I think I still want to go home. Any chance that you'll let me go soon?" he asks dryly. Lavender faintly smiles. He's still got his attitude, at least.

"I'm still negotiating the ransom with some people. Just wait."

"Screw the ransom! Doesn't yesterday change things?" He stands up from his chair to face her. She sighs.

"Thomas, I can't release you. There are reasons why I can't be a good person and do the right thing. I can keep Mateo away from you but that's it. I'm sorry. Eat your pancakes. They're gonna get cold."

Thomas grumbles and settles back down. He pushes his plate away.

"I'm not hungry."

"Eat your pancakes or I'll feed you myself. You haven't eaten since yesterday."

"I'll survive."

"Eat your pancakes and I'll let you make a phone call."

Thomas's mind flashes to the night she was drunk and called Nico. This has to be a trick, right? But nonetheless, Thomas picks up his plastic fork and shovels food into his face. Maybe she's just playing him, but he'll take a chance. And he's gotta admit that he actually is pretty hungry.

"You'll have thirty seconds. You can contact your parents, a relative, a friend, or your boyfriend, but not the police or any level of authority. I'll be listening the whole time. And if you give up anything about who I am, where you are, well, you can guess what happens." She traces the hilt of her blade. Thomas looks up from his plate.

"Why would you let me make a phone call?"

"Just to make sure they know you're still alive. It's been a while. I'll set up the phone when you're done with your pancakes."

He continues to stuff his face and doubt Lavender's motives. This was a dangerous move for her. Maybe this was her way of apologizing for yesterday?

Once the plate of pancakes is empty, he looks expectantly at Lavender.

"Hang on." She leaves the room for a moment and comes back with a burner phone, taps some things into it and holds it out to him. She's really letting him do this. Thomas takes the device, dials Nico's number and holds his breath.

It rings once.

Twice.

Three times.

Four times.

It goes to his voicemail. His heart sinks. He's not entirely surprised, since Nico tends to miss calls a lot, but he was really hoping to hear his voice just one more time. He takes a breath and lets words tumble out.

"Nico, love, it's me. I'm okay. I miss you. I miss your smile and your laugh and your... Don't give up on me. You're close, I can feel it. Just hang on. But if I- if we don't see each other soon, I want you to know, no matter how far, I'm always yours. We'll go to New York one day, just like we wanted. I'll come back to you. Tell my family I'm- tell everyone that I-"

Lavender hangs up the phone. Thomas chokes up.

"Sorry, kiddo. It was thirty seconds." She actually sounds regretful. Thomas rubs his eyes and says nothing.

"You want me to leave you alone?" she asks.

"No, I-I don't know. I just..." He trails off and sniffles. Lavender nods and picks up his empty plate. She takes the rest of the dirty dishes to the sink and gazes out the window. She freezes. Her eyes widen, she looks to Thomas then back to the window before swearing and drawing her knife. Thomas looks at her confusedly.

"What is it?"

"Mateo. It's Mateo! Motherfucker came back. Stay there. Don't move. I'll take care of him." She rushes out the front door before Thomas can react. His mouth feels dry. What's Mateo doing here? What does he want now? The boy leans in the chair to see out the window, to see Lavender confront the man, but he can't see anything. He can hear yelling, though. Should he hide? Lavender told him to stay put.

Then Lavender comes bursting through the door, barking for him to get back. Thomas shoots up from his chair and scrambles away, eyeing the door, and Lavender grabs his shoulder and shoves him behind her. She brandishes her knife when Mateo enters the room. His large figure blocks the hallway.

"Lavender, I said I just want to talk-" the man starts. She bares her teeth and narrows her eyes.

"Bullshit!"

"Let's be civil and calm down. Please."

"Shut up and get out of here," she snarls.

"I have an offer. You oughta let me speak."

"Away from the kid!"

"No, it's for him."

Thomas wrings his hands, wondering if he should slip out of his cuffs and run. Every shaky thought racing through his mind told him to attempt an escape. Lavender tightens her grip on him.

"Huh. What do you say, Thomas? You wanna hear him out?" she hisses with vitriol dripping from her voice. Thomas stares at Mateo's calmly blank face. It's impossible to guess what he's about. He gets a feeling in his gut. He doesn't know what to think. The boy slowly nods out of curiosity, to Lavender's bewilderment. She pulls him closer and whispers in his ear.

"What the fuck was that?"

"I-I don't- I just-"

"You weren't supposed to say yes!"

"Well," Mateo interrupts, "Since Tommy wants to know, I'll get to the point." He straightens out his jacket and moves closer to the boy. Mateo's amber eyes burn into him.

"I want to get you out of this place. Far away from her. She's no good. She's committed enough atrocities for one lifetime and you'll die if you spend another day with her."

Lavender scoffs. She starts to say something in retort, but Mateo's strong voice drowns her out.

"You can leave this place and never see it again. Never see Lavender again! You can be free of this!"

"Thomas, no, he doesn't mean real freedom, he just wants you to go with him. Don't be fucking stupid."

Thomas gives Mateo a quizzical look. Did he really think he would agree to go with him, simple as that? Thomas knows better.

"Wait, wait, there's more to it. There's Nico. You can be with Nico. I ain't lying."

That gets his undivided attention.

"Thomas, don't listen to him, of course he's fucking lying."

"I'm not!"

"He's just telling you that so you'll go!"

"I'm an honest man, I swear to ya!"

The two argue over each other and Thomas can hardly think. He looks down at his handcuffs then at the arguing kidnappers and quietly speaks up.

"You can take me to Nico?"

"Yes! Yes I can! You can meet him within the hour!" Mateo runs his tongue over his teeth. Thomas's gaze flickers over him.

"No. I don't believe you." The blood is ice cold in his veins.

"Mateo's bluffing. There's no way he's got Nico. He'd never take that risk," Lavender hisses.

"I'm giving you a chance, boy! Take it!" Mateo grows impatient.

"Nico's safe. At home. He has to be. You- You're a liar."

"Kid, I'm telling ya, you oughta listen to me!" When the man raises his voice at Thomas, Lavender decides it's time to do something. She swipes at him with her knife and he takes a step back, then puts his hand on the gun at his waistband.

"You stay outta this, missy!"

"Mateo, you better walk out that door right now. Unless you want me to leave an anonymous tip about that Jackson kid from last year." Her chilly voice sends a shiver down Thomas's spine, but Mateo seem unafraid, and worse, angry. His nostrils flare and his fists ball up, and Thomas wants to hide.

"You little bitch, don't you fucking dare! YOU'RE the one who's bluffing! I'LL FUCKIN SHOW YOU WHAT I'M TALKIN ABOUT, YOU CHEEKY BASTARD! YOU WANNA SEE PROOF? I'L GIVE YOU GODDAMN PROOF!"

Mateo reaches in his pocket and Lavender draws Thomas closer to her. He squirms. The man in front of them shoves a phone screen in their faces. At first, it's hard to tell what they're looking at. But once they realize, Thomas goes pale.

It's Nico. It's definitely Nico. The picture's blurry, but you can clearly see the terror in his pretty face. The tears stinging in his brown eyes. The painful redness around his wrists under the coarse rope.

There are no words. Thomas stands frozen at first, his mouth agape in a silent suffocation. Lavender, with her dark brown eyes the size of the moon, looks at the picture, then to Mateo, then back again. She wraps her arms around Thomas's shoulders, shielding him from Mateo, but Thomas isn't the one who needs shielding right now.

"Y-YOU- YOU MONSTER! I'LL FLAY YOU ALIVE! DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HIM! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Thomas slips out of his cuffs and lunges at Mateo, attacking him with all he's got, but Lavender grabs him again and pulls him back. She tries to get him to stop but he keeps screaming obscenities. As he's thrashing around, he nails Lavender right in the eye. She yells and lets go, clutching her face, and Thomas hammers his fists into Mateo, but it does nothing. Mateo just grabs Thomas's wrists and tries to hold him still, tries to say something to him, but the boy jerks away and Lavender snatches him back. She wraps her arms around his torso as he keeps throwing around threats. Mateo, surprised at the boy's ferocity, takes a few steps back and puts his hands in his pockets, grimacing at Lavender.

"You were a mistake," he says, and turns towards the door.

"Mateo, wait, just tell me the kid's okay!" Lavender demands. He glares at her.

"He's not."

Thomas's threats turn into angry sobs.

"This is all on you, ya know. What happens next, it's your fault. Adios, Lavender." And with that, Mateo's gone.

Thomas's sobs break off into short breathless gasps and he sinks to the floor. Lavender lets him be. She sits down in one of the wooden chairs and stares at her captive.

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What do i say about this chapter? well it took weeks and it was difficult and also wow a lot of stuff going on here. not sure how it turned out.

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A sharp knock on the door. Thomas murmurs sleepily and lifts his head from the pillow. He blinks and tries to rub his eyes, but oh wait, he forgot his wrists are still tied. He grumbles and struggles to sit up from the bed as Lavender comes in.

"Hey. I brought you some new clothes. Figured you'd want a change." She sets a bundle on the bedside table then leans against the wall and watches him. Thomas glances at her twice.

"Aren't you going to leave me alone?" he asks hoarsely.

"I will. Soon enough. I just... want to make sure you're okay."

"Okay?" He coughs.

"Well, obviously, you're- you're not okay," she says, vaguely gesturing to all of him, "But as good as can be after what happened."

"After what happened. Are you talking about Mateo almost raping me, or you locking me in a box, or filming me, or torturing me, or-"

"Alright, I get it! I'm a monster!" She throws her hands up in the air and Thomas flinches. She's about to say something mean but then stops and looks at the kid she's held captive for weeks. His clothes are spotted with blood and grime and he's got cuts and bruises everywhere. The pain in his eyes had become permanent. The wear and tear was showing through. Lavender sighs.

"I'm sorry. Nevermind about that. You want pancakes?"

Thomas gives her a weird look.

"... Okay. Will you untie me so I can get dressed?"

"You have five minutes." She takes out the knife strapped to her leg and saws at the rope around his wrists then leaves. The lock on the door clicks. Thomas shakily gets up and rubs his arms. He doesn't know how much more of this he can take. Lavender has got to let him go, and soon. It was a close call with Mateo yesterday and he knows he won't be able to go through that again.

He changes into the clean clothes Lavender gave him and gazes out the window for a while. It's like there's nothing out there but trees. For the first time, he notices how beautiful the deep green forest is. It would be nice to stay here if you take out the bound-and-gagged part of the daily routine. He sighs and rubs his eyes.

A pair of handcuffs is slid under the door and Lavender calls from the hallway.

"Put those on."

Ah, back to the daily routine. He grimaces and obeys, but makes sure that the cuffs are loose enough to... well, loose enough.

The door swings open. Lavender's got her knife out and ready, as always. She goes to put her hand on his shoulder to lead him down the hall, but Thomas recoils. Lavender pauses, murmurs "sorry" and takes a step back before letting him walk himself down the hall, down the stairs and to the kitchen. The sun streams through the curtains and warms the linoleum floor. It's a peaceful morning.

Lavender pulls out one if the wooden chairs for her captive, he takes a seat, then she turns to the stove.

"Blueberry or chocolate?"

Thomas hesitates. His mom always made him chocolate pancakes for special occasions.

"Chocolate, please," he answers quietly. She nods and sets out some ingredients.

There's silence between the two for a long time. Thomas shifts in his chair. He's not tied down like he normally is. Why doesn't he run? The door's right there. Then again, he's closer to Lavender and her knife than he is to the door. He keeps his head down and fixes his eyes on a spot on the ground while Lavender cooks.

The kidnapper sets down the plate of pancakes and takes a seat in front of Thomas, staring at him with her hand cradling her face. He awkwardly glances at her.

"What?" he asks.

"Nothing. Nothing, I just... I cut off all ties with Mateo. You don't have to worry about him again."

Thomas stares back.

"He'd been my friend for years. Uh. Or, at least, I considered him a friend." Lavender gets up and goes to the fridge. "Ever since he picked me up, when we were working together, he kinda... focused on his own wants." She takes out a carton of orange juice and swishes it around. Thomas keeps his eyes glued to the floor.

"Mateo always got what he wanted because he was always in charge. And then I started this job without him, and he wanted to be in charge again." Lavender takes a swig from the carton. "And he can't just do that. He crossed some major lines." She puts the carton back in the fridge and shuts the door. Thomas finally looks up to meet her eyes.

"It shouldn't have taken this long for me to cut him off. I'm sorry."

Thomas pokes at the pancakes in front of him.

"I appreciate that you poured the whole of your little black heart into that apology. But. Uh. I think I still want to go home. Any chance that you'll let me go soon?" he asks dryly. Lavender faintly smiles. He's still got his attitude, at least.

"I'm still negotiating the ransom with some people. Just wait."

"Screw the ransom! Doesn't yesterday change things?" He stands up from his chair to face her. She sighs.

"Thomas, I can't release you. There are reasons why I can't be a good person and do the right thing. I can keep Mateo away from you but that's it. I'm sorry. Eat your pancakes. They're gonna get cold."

Thomas grumbles and settles back down. He pushes his plate away.

"I'm not hungry."

"Eat your pancakes or I'll feed you myself. You haven't eaten since yesterday."

"I'll survive."

"Eat your pancakes and I'll let you make a phone call."

Thomas's mind flashes to the night she was drunk and called Nico. This has to be a trick, right? But nonetheless, Thomas picks up his plastic fork and shovels food into his face. Maybe she's just playing him, but he'll take a chance. And he's gotta admit that he actually is pretty hungry.

"You'll have thirty seconds. You can contact your parents, a relative, a friend, or your boyfriend, but not the police or any level of authority. I'll be listening the whole time. And if you give up anything about who I am, where you are, well, you can guess what happens." She traces the hilt of her blade. Thomas looks up from his plate.

"Why would you let me make a phone call?"

"Just to make sure they know you're still alive. It's been a while. I'll set up the phone when you're done with your pancakes."

He continues to stuff his face and doubt Lavender's motives. This was a dangerous move for her. Maybe this was her way of apologizing for yesterday?

Once the plate of pancakes is empty, he looks expectantly at Lavender.

"Hang on." She leaves the room for a moment and comes back with a burner phone, taps some things into it and holds it out to him. She's really letting him do this. Thomas takes the device, dials Nico's number and holds his breath.

It rings once.

Twice.

Three times.

Four times.

It goes to his voicemail. His heart sinks. He's not entirely surprised, since Nico tends to miss calls a lot, but he was really hoping to hear his voice just one more time. He takes a breath and lets words tumble out.

"Nico, love, it's me. I'm okay. I miss you. I miss your smile and your laugh and your... Don't give up on me. You're close, I can feel it. Just hang on. But if I- if we don't see each other soon, I want you to know, no matter how far, I'm always yours. We'll go to New York one day, just like we wanted. I'll come back to you. Tell my family I'm- tell everyone that I-"

Lavender hangs up the phone. Thomas chokes up.

"Sorry, kiddo. It was thirty seconds." She actually sounds regretful. Thomas rubs his eyes and says nothing.

"You want me to leave you alone?" she asks.

"No, I-I don't know. I just..." He trails off and sniffles. Lavender nods and picks up his empty plate. She takes the rest of the dirty dishes to the sink and gazes out the window. She freezes. Her eyes widen, she looks to Thomas then back to the window before swearing and drawing her knife. Thomas looks at her confusedly.

"What is it?"

"Mateo. It's Mateo! Motherfucker came back. Stay there. Don't move. I'll take care of him." She rushes out the front door before Thomas can react. His mouth feels dry. What's Mateo doing here? What does he want now? The boy leans in the chair to see out the window, to see Lavender confront the man, but he can't see anything. He can hear yelling, though. Should he hide? Lavender told him to stay put.

Then Lavender comes bursting through the door, barking for him to get back. Thomas shoots up from his chair and scrambles away, eyeing the door, and Lavender grabs his shoulder and shoves him behind her. She brandishes her knife when Mateo enters the room. His large figure blocks the hallway.

"Lavender, I said I just want to talk-" the man starts. She bares her teeth and narrows her eyes.

"Bullshit!"

"Let's be civil and calm down. Please."

"Shut up and get out of here," she snarls.

"I have an offer. You oughta let me speak."

"Away from the kid!"

"No, it's for him."

Thomas wrings his hands, wondering if he should slip out of his cuffs and run. Every shaky thought racing through his mind told him to attempt an escape. Lavender tightens her grip on him.

"Huh. What do you say, Thomas? You wanna hear him out?" she hisses with vitriol dripping from her voice. Thomas stares at Mateo's calmly blank face. It's impossible to guess what he's about. He gets a feeling in his gut. He doesn't know what to think. The boy slowly nods out of curiosity, to Lavender's bewilderment. She pulls him closer and whispers in his ear.

"What the fuck was that?"

"I-I don't- I just-"

"You weren't supposed to say yes!"

"Well," Mateo interrupts, "Since Tommy wants to know, I'll get to the point." He straightens out his jacket and moves closer to the boy. Mateo's amber eyes burn into him.

"I want to get you out of this place. Far away from her. She's no good. She's committed enough atrocities for one lifetime and you'll die if you spend another day with her."

Lavender scoffs. She starts to say something in retort, but Mateo's strong voice drowns her out.

"You can leave this place and never see it again. Never see Lavender again! You can be free of this!"

"Thomas, no, he doesn't mean real freedom, he just wants you to go with him. Don't be fucking stupid."

Thomas gives Mateo a quizzical look. Did he really think he would agree to go with him, simple as that? Thomas knows better.

"Wait, wait, there's more to it. There's Nico. You can be with Nico. I ain't lying."

That gets his undivided attention.

"Thomas, don't listen to him, of course he's fucking lying."

"I'm not!"

"He's just telling you that so you'll go!"

"I'm an honest man, I swear to ya!"

The two argue over each other and Thomas can hardly think. He looks down at his handcuffs then at the arguing kidnappers and quietly speaks up.

"You can take me to Nico?"

"Yes! Yes I can! You can meet him within the hour!" Mateo runs his tongue over his teeth. Thomas's gaze flickers over him.

"No. I don't believe you." The blood is ice cold in his veins.

"Mateo's bluffing. There's no way he's got Nico. He'd never take that risk," Lavender hisses.

"I'm giving you a chance, boy! Take it!" Mateo grows impatient.

"Nico's safe. At home. He has to be. You- You're a liar."

"Kid, I'm telling ya, you oughta listen to me!" When the man raises his voice at Thomas, Lavender decides it's time to do something. She swipes at him with her knife and he takes a step back, then puts his hand on the gun at his waistband.

"You stay outta this, missy!"

"Mateo, you better walk out that door right now. Unless you want me to leave an anonymous tip about that Jackson kid from last year." Her chilly voice sends a shiver down Thomas's spine, but Mateo seem unafraid, and worse, angry. His nostrils flare and his fists ball up, and Thomas wants to hide.

"You little bitch, don't you fucking dare! YOU'RE the one who's bluffing! I'LL FUCKIN SHOW YOU WHAT I'M TALKIN ABOUT, YOU CHEEKY BASTARD! YOU WANNA SEE PROOF? I'L GIVE YOU GODDAMN PROOF!"

Mateo reaches in his pocket and Lavender draws Thomas closer to her. He squirms. The man in front of them shoves a phone screen in their faces. At first, it's hard to tell what they're looking at. But once they realize, Thomas goes pale.

It's Nico. It's definitely Nico. The picture's blurry, but you can clearly see the terror in his pretty face. The tears stinging in his brown eyes. The painful redness around his wrists under the coarse rope.

There are no words. Thomas stands frozen at first, his mouth agape in a silent suffocation. Lavender, with her dark brown eyes the size of the moon, looks at the picture, then to Mateo, then back again. She wraps her arms around Thomas's shoulders, shielding him from Mateo, but Thomas isn't the one who needs shielding right now.

"Y-YOU- YOU MONSTER! I'LL FLAY YOU ALIVE! DON'T FUCKING TOUCH HIM! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" Thomas slips out of his cuffs and lunges at Mateo, attacking him with all he's got, but Lavender grabs him again and pulls him back. She tries to get him to stop but he keeps screaming obscenities. As he's thrashing around, he nails Lavender right in the eye. She yells and lets go, clutching her face, and Thomas hammers his fists into Mateo, but it does nothing. Mateo just grabs Thomas's wrists and tries to hold him still, tries to say something to him, but the boy jerks away and Lavender snatches him back. She wraps her arms around his torso as he keeps throwing around threats. Mateo, surprised at the boy's ferocity, takes a few steps back and puts his hands in his pockets, grimacing at Lavender.

"You were a mistake," he says, and turns towards the door.

"Mateo, wait, just tell me the kid's okay!" Lavender demands. He glares at her.

"He's not."

Thomas's threats turn into angry sobs.

"This is all on you, ya know. What happens next, it's your fault. Adios, Lavender." And with that, Mateo's gone.

Thomas's sobs break off into short breathless gasps and he sinks to the floor. Lavender lets him be. She sits down in one of the wooden chairs and stares at her captive.

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What do i say about this chapter? well it took weeks and it was difficult and also wow a lot of stuff going on here. not sure how it turned out.

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