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Terrorism at Larkhall – (Chapter: Chapter II)
Meanwhile at Helen’s place…
Sitting at home, alone in her couch, comfortably snuggled away in soft cushions while nursing a cup of thea, Helen thought about life and her role in it.
Well, she was back at Larkhall, back where she wanted to be, back where she belonged. But why did she belong there? Was it for the cold demeanour of the wardens? The depressing interior decorations? Or maybe the unexplainable magnetism the inmates exuded?
‘Oh boy, are you ever the cynic!’ Helen’s inner voice stated ‘Why do you keep avoiding the one thing you truly want? The REAL reason you went back!?’
"Because it’ll never work! Because we’ll get caught eventually and then all we’ve worked so hard for will be lost! Nikki her appeal and I my job and in the end it’s just not worth it. THAT’s why and I have had this conversation with you over and over again, now bugger off will ya!"
‘Okay, okay! Don’t get your knickers in a twist! You keep swimming in that oh so beloved denial of yours love, and while you’re doing that I am gonna book me a nice vacation, get some sunshine, some margarita’s, some Nikki, some dancing along the…’
"Hold it! What did you say!?"
‘Getting some vacation?’
"NO! You said getting some Nikki! WHY DON’T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!!"
‘Ah, sorry hon, but you see, being your conscience and all, I just can’t do that! You’re stuck with me babe, better get over it and quickly!’
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!"
Frustration got the better of Helen and with an impressive swing, which would make a New York pitcher envious, she hurled a nearby standing vase towards the wall, sending the porcelain heirloom into tiny tidbits on the parquet floor.
"Gods I am really loosing it!! Talking to myself again, molesting my antics…what the hell’s happening to me!"
‘Well I can…’
"NO! Shut up you!"
And with that she grabbed her keys and walked out of the house, intend on jogging all her worries away, it was either that or enlist in some infamous cult and get some serious brainwashing done. Either way, she wasn’t going to outrun reality. Eventually she would have to go back to Larkhall and confront her own insecurities and fears but for now it was just Helen and the road, partners in crime.


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