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    Move Along – (Chapter: ch 16)

    Even though she’d seen her father alive she couldn’t wrap her head around the fact her mother was also alive, “Did anyone die in that fire?” she breathed out as her blue eyes danced from one parent to the other.

     

    Paula chuckled while running a hand through her hair, “Of course dear. Your brothers and if you didn’t sneak out like a common thug…” her voice rising and becoming angered, “you would have been dead too and none of this would be happening right now!”

     

    Spencer slumped her shoulders; everything her mother said was true, if she hadn’t snuck out and been the good girl she was raised to be she would have died that night along with her brothers, she wouldn’t have brought Randi, Aiden or even Ashley into this world of pain and sick torture.

     

    Everyone was up now, on the roof of this building with a helicopter and below a war zone raging, “Get on!” Paula called to the teenagers.

     

    Arthur shoved the barrel of his gun to the back of Randi’s neck, “Move it!” he shouted as the blades above the helicopter began to spin rapidly sending wind across the roof top.

     

    The teen began to be shoved toward the flying bird, “Hold it right there!” a voice screamed above the increasing sounds.

     

    Everyone turned around to see Christine holding a gun out toward them behind her several old and young men and women in black suits also holding guns toward the group.

     

    “Mom?” Ashley asked with wide eyes.

     

    “Ashley come here,” her mother beckoned her forward.

     

    Taking one step forward earned her three steps back as Paula grabbed her by the arm forcing her backward, the gun with its cool metal waiting to be heated by the passing of a bullet placed none to gently on her forehead, “How’d you get here?” she growled.

     

    “You think I’d work for you just to save my daughter,” Christine laughed, “I work for the FBI as an undercover agent,”

     

    Ashley’s eyes widen to saucers, was that the reason her mother was hardly home? Was that the reason she always brought strange men home and always made sure her daughter was in her room all night claiming she didn’t want her new sugar daddy to know she had a teenage daughter?

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