All Chapters of FIRE CRACKER : Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I ran my hands through my hair for the millionth time and tapped my foot against the ground. The revelation concerning Alice and Mathias was what led us to search for him and now, He was dead.I wasn’t even sure that Rye knew he was dead and the fact that he died three years ago, sent chills down my spine, everything, every single event that lead right to Alice concerning my father’s death, Happened three years ago when he was m murdered.I wondered if it had all been related, I felt like I was missing something, something very important but I couldn’t wrap my head around what it was. “Do you want to sit?” Tyler asked. I shook my head and bit down on my lip.“I was thinking…” He began and I glanced at him. “Shouldn’t we see a doctor about your voice? It could be serious.” He whispered before he tore his gaze from me. Ever since the incident with Charlotte, it felt like he had been walking on eggshells around me and I had no clue why.Tyler sighed loudly and I perked up at that, He re

"Who are you?!" Her hoarse voice boomed and I tried to pull away but her nails just dug into me. Charlotte's voice seems to attract the attention of Tyler and George because, in no time, both men were around us, Tyler was trying to get her to leave my arm while Goerge worked on giving her a sedative.She didn't budge though, red filled her eyes and for a moment there I felt hatred from a woman who had shown me nothing but love, I had never seen this side of Charlotte and I was very interested in knowing what was wrong."She sent you here to Kill me, didn't she?!" She yelled and tightened her grip on my wrist if that was even possible at this point, The hospital walls felt like they were closing in on me, and I wanted to do was wake up from this nightmare, but of course, that did not happen."Where is the little girl? Huh? What did that witch do with the little girl?!" She boomed. I shut my eyes as Tyler tried to pull my hand away from her and to be honest the whole scene was pathetic.

Eight-year-old me wouldn’t exactly be proud of who I was now, but she would be content and at peace to an extent. As much as this seems to have absolutely nothing to do with everything that was going on, It had everything to do with it.It was then, that I was reminded of eight-year-old me, Her dull emerald eyes from staying away all night and living in fear, The way her footsteps were faint because she tried to avoid any form of interaction even in her own home, The way she would quirk her lips upwards and pretend everything was fine.How she made wishes up on wishes while blaming herself for every single predicament and begging God to make her disappear because she was tired of taking up too much space. I felt the edges of my lips curl downwards as I realized just how similar I was to eight-year-old me. She always felt she could handle it all and life never stopped throwing crap at her. Twenty-three-year-old me is tired of life throwing things at her though, Twenty three year old me

My breath hitched and I tightened my fists as I locked eyes with Alice, Her lips curved into a vague smile and her blonde hair was tied in a lazy bun, I could barely make out her facial features from the darkness, but I knew they were anything but kind.I tried to sit up but my legs failed me. I glanced over at Tyler who seemed to be out of it at this point, I blinked away tears I never knew I had shed before a tsk brought me out of my thoughts."Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. " I heard Alice Tsk, She knelt beside Tyler and me, I wrapped my hands around him protectively and gave her my best death glare.The suit-clad woman chuckled, Her dimples were visible and she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Do you— do you know what this whole scenario reminds me of?" She questioned with a small smile. "It reminds me of all those nights when you would take your favorite toys and hide behind the bed from me." She reminded in a wicked tone. "You haven't changed Danielle. You are still that pathetic littl

“I’m glad you are doing better,” I spoke and locked eyes with Charlotte. The woman’s eyes seemed worn out and her skin was a bit pale but had more color than I had remembered. The machines she had been connected to were taken off and her brown hair sat stiffly on her shoulders I watched as she pursed her lips into a straight line before she sighed deeply. “How are you doing?” She asked.I raised an eyebrow at her question. I knew that I had just been discharged from a hospital but I was not the one who had been hit multiple times and assaulted. “I should be asking you that question, I am not the one tied to a hospital bed.” I quipped and pulled a chair out of nowhere, “Besides, I doing perfectly fine, I am glad you are okay, Charlotte, all of us missed you. Especially Leonardo.” I added softly.The woman smiled tiredly. “What about Rye’s trail? How are the preparations going? And Tyler?” She questioned and I could see the spark of curiosity in her brown eyes.“Everything’s falling in