Chapter 5 was sure everything

arms and looked at everything but him. A few minutes later, someone came up to me, but I knew it wasn't Clark because he was still sitting at the table. "Prescott," Clark warned. Prescott, however, didn't listen. -What was your plan, child? I scoffed and turned to face him. - Child? - You look like my niece's age. Equally reckless. - He added the last part as an afterthought. Why was I even having this conversation? The silent treatment was working wonders. I didn't bother responding and did my best to ignore him.

Why did the cute ones always have to be annoying? Some kind of life balance, I would say. "I'm no detective, but my guess is you were trying to get his attention?" - he said. I pursed my lips. - Pick him up one by one? I remained quiet. "It wouldn't have worked," he stated. - You are very naive. Before he could go, the door opened and I immediately jumped when I noticed Oscar. I saw the confusion and disbelief on Clark and Prescott's faces. Oscar was my next-door neighbor. He was on the older side. Tall with broad shoulders and a very symmetrical face that left me speechless the first time I saw him. Wrinkles around his pale eyes and speckled hair. "Baby girl," he whispered as he wrapped me in his arms. Safe. I felt safe for the first time tonight, and it made me want to cry, but I held it in. "I'm fine," I told him as I patted his chest. He turned and walked towards the guys. "Thank you, officers," he said as he extended his hand to shake them. Clark looked at Oscar's hand, but made no move to shake it. Prescott, on the other hand, does. - Let's go home. - I pulled Oscar out with me. As soon as we got into his car, I felt like he could breathe properly again. - What happened? - Oscar finally asked as he started to walk away. For the first time today, I opened my mouth and explained everything, even the embarrassing fact of stalking Clark Carson. When we arrived at our apartment complex, I felt exhausted. - Go to sleep. Come by in the morning to pick up Lucas. He and Sammy had a lot of fun tonight. - Oscar, do you think I can have that spare key you keep? He rolled his eyes, but gave it to me. Who knew this would come in handy? My head hurts. I figured my headache was due to yesterday's events. Gah, all I wanted was to lie in bed. Put a pillow over my head and pretend none of this was real. Unfortunately, I couldn't do that. I had responsibilities. I made my way out of bed, not knowing what time it was. The first thing I did was grab my tablet to check. I wrinkled my nose when I realized it was almost noon. How lovely. - Please tell me you have drugs! - I groaned when I opened the door to Oscar's house. I needed painkillers and I was out. - Oriiiiii, you back! - I shivered at the joyful sound of Lucas's voice as he came running down the hall toward me. - Hi baby. - I knelt down in front of him. - Did you have fun with Sammy? Before he could respond, Sammy's excited screams could be heard. - Hi, Ori! - Did you behave? Or will your parents give me a lot of complaints? The little girl gave me a guilty smile. "We were so good," she lied. I smiled at her and went into the kitchen where Wyatt, Oscar's husband, was preparing lunch. "I'm sorry about yesterday," I told him as I walked to his coffee machine. He looked at me with false intensity. In contrast, Oscar was more intense and domineering. Wyatt was lighter and more laid back and a few years younger but still older than me. I was very lucky to have them. And I thanked Lucas for bringing them into my life. After my sister left him at my apartment, I was lost, not knowing how to raise a child. She threw me into the deep end there. Sammy was a year older than Lucas, so they not only provided guidance but also gave me emotional support. - I'll ignore it if you tell me everything about this cop who was trying to murder my sweet Oscar. - What? Her comment took me by surprise. - Don't act like a fool, Ori. It's beneath you. I gaped at him. -What exactly did your husband tell you? I have no idea what you're talking about. Wyatt raised an eyebrow, then he took pity on me and handed me the bottle of pills. - My poor husband said he felt like the good detective was seconds away from tearing your arms off. I choked as I tried to swallow the pills. Luckily, Wyatt took pity on me and started patting me on the back. - What? - I grumbled. Wyatt wasn't getting my shit today, and I didn't feel like trying to guess what exactly was pissing him off. - Mr. Love-of-His-Life was staring at my husband. Clark was staring at Oscar. I missed that part. I was sure they were just being dramatic. With ease, I waved my hand in the air. - Growing up, I was like your little sister. More like an annoying shadow, but you could say that's exactly what a brother was, so semantics, right? "Oh," Wyatt murmured less than enthusiastically. - It's not the epic love story I made up in my head. "Mine too," I muttered, then cleared my throat. - Thank you again for taking care of Lucas. I really appreciate this. Wyatt dismissed me. - Any time. Do you want to lunch? I nodded as I opened Find My Phone on my tablet. You had to love modern technology. I just hoped whoever took my bag had kept my phone on. - Aha! - I shouted as I waved it in the air. - I'll get my phone in a bit. - At the police station? Wyatt asked. "Yes," I lied before taking a bite of the ham and melted egg he had given me. I did a quick scan on Google Maps and the residential neighborhood looked fine. I turned up my nose because it was on the outskirts of Sunny Pines, but I was sure everything would work out. After breakfast and a cup of coffee, my headache started to go away. I held Lucas' hand and led us back to our apartment. - Come on, little boy. We have to prepare. We have a special mission to fulfill. At my choice of words, Lucas perked up. - As a spy? - Ah, more like an investigative journalist. He looked at me blankly. - They are better than spies. With that, he smiled at me. Lucas looked nothing like me or my sister. His skin had a beautiful tan, with black hair and beautiful hazel eyes. I dressed him in a pair of black pants, sneakers, and a white t-shirt. - Okay, friend, give me some and I'll get ready. I put on some cartoons on the TV in my room while I went to check if the door was locked. So I left the bathroom door open while I took a quick shower. The first thing I learned when I took over from Lucas was that there was no more privacy. My little human followed me everywhere. Once we were both ready, I took his hand and led him to my car. I made sure he was secure in his car seat and put on his sunglasses. - You have to leave them, friend. Now we are on a mission. He nodded. It was probably the only way to get him to keep them in for longer than two minutes. And I didn't