*** Skylar’s POV *** I rolled out from under Thing, yelling at the top of my lungs with Emmett. ‘A-B-C-D-E-F-U’ ‘And your mom and your sister and your job’ ‘And your broke-ass car and that shit you call art’ Even Raine was yelling the lyrics in my head. Emmett was sitting on the workbench in the garage as I worked on doing the final checks to the engine and everything connected to it. We’d never started her up after Caleb took out her engine and did some work on it. ‘Fuck you and your friends that I'll never see again’ ‘Everybody but your dog, you can all fuck off’ ‘Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah’ ‘A-B-C-D-E-F-U’ We’d started early this morning, considering the long task this one was going to be and how crucial Thing was to my escape. Emmett and I usually worked on the car, so it looked normal for a Sunday. Maybe even as a last hurrah together as brother and sister. No one bothered us last night, but it would have taken effort since we’d kept the hatch ‘locked’ all night.
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