Page 3 of My Perfect One
“The cleaners don’t believe in cutting family ties. It’s because they still hope for rehabilitation.”
“But you said she’s on the never-getting-out list,” I remind her.
“She is. But they won’t deny her visitation. But it is recorded, voice, video and they’re not allowed to be alone. There’s alwayssomeone in the room with them. They’re also not allowed to touch each other.”
When I glance around at everyone’s faces, we all have a similar look. I don’t understand why they give someone like Samantha any privileges. She’s a psychopath that killed shifters just to fuck with their DNA. And then she tried to kill my brother. Fuck her. If it were up to me? She’d be dead. I don’t care that she’ll never be let out of the cleaner’s facility. The fact that she’s talking to Matilda and Paul has me worried. They did things because she told them to. What’s to stop them from doing it again?
CHAPTER THREE
Seraphina
We have our tickets to Illinois, and our flight leaves in the morning. It’s a long one, and none of us has ever been on an airplane before. It’s scary to think that we will probably never come back home. And we’ll never know what they’ll do with our parents and the twins’ bodies. The revenge that we desperately need might not happen and that’s another thing I’m sad about. But the three of us will fight together and make our family proud.
We decide to check into a motel and get some rest before we have to head to the airport. Part of me is excited for our new adventure. I just wish we had done this before we lost our family.
“What do you think Lake Renegade will be like?” I ask my brothers.
“I hope they’re good people. I mean they must be, right? They helped those other shifters,” Archer answers.
“We also have to be prepared if they say they can’t help us. What do we want to do then?” Oliver adds.
“I don’t think we can come back here. I want our revenge, but I don’t know that we can get it. We don’t even know who took us.”
It makes me so angry that we don’t know who did this to us.
“Let’s get some dinner and then sleep. That plane ride is gonna be long and I’m nervous to be on it.” Oliver sighs.
We go to the restaurant in the hotel and have dinner. All I can think of is how much I miss my parents and the twins. The twins were always making all of us laugh. I remember the day they were born. They were born on my birthday. I was turning seven. I was so excited to share my birthday with them. Every year, my parents made sure we each felt important for our birthday. I still can’t believe that I won’t be spending it with them this year.
“When we land in Chicago, we’ll head to the motorcycle place I called. They have our bikes ready for us,” Archer says to us.
“I mapped it from there to Lake Renegade. It said it’ll take us about two to three hours. That will be a fun ride.” My brothers nod as we finish eating.
When we’re done, we head back to the room. I send a silent message to my parents and the twins. I miss them and I hope they’re watching over us. Here’s to the start of our new life.
Being on an airplane is terrifying. You’re inside a huge metal flying object and you’re hoping the pilots aren’t drunk. Thankfully we landed safely for our stopover in Los Angeles, California. It was only two hours, so we couldn’t leave the airport. The closer we get to Chicago, the more anxious I get. What if the shifter families can’t or don’t want to help us? Times like this, I really wish my parents were here. They always knew what to do.
“Airplanes are weird. I can’t wait to get on our motorcycles.” Archer frowns as we wait for our next flight.
“We could’ve ridden from here to Lake Renegade,” I say to him.
“Well shit. Why didn’t any of you say that when we were making the reservations?”
“Because we were trying to get away as fast as we could.”
“Mom and Dad would’ve thought of it,” I say softly.
My brothers hug me. This situation sucks and makes me miss my parents even more. We’ve never had to do anything like this alone. We hear our flight being called and we get in line. This next leg of the flight isn’t as long. We land in Chicago and grab a taxi to the motorcycle shop. Finally, something to get excited about.
We stop and have lunch before heading to Lake Renegade.
“We need to be prepared, they might not be able to help us,” Oliver says to us.
“What are we going to do if they can’t? Do we stay here? Or go back home?” I ask.
“I don’t know. Even though we should be prepared, I’m hoping that they can help us,” Archer says.
“We should keep a positive outlook. I’m nervous, but I also have a good feeling,” I say as we finish up lunch.
