Lost But Found | ✔️ - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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Haunted Houses
Ava's house was quiet. Too quiet.
The kind of quiet that pressed in on her, making it impossible to ignore the thoughts she'd spent all day trying to bury.
She dropped her bag by the door, exhaling as she leaned against the wall. The house was dark except for the dim glow of the kitchen light she always left on. It was a habit—one she never broke. Darkness meant uncertainty, and uncertainty had never been safe.
She moved through the house on autopilot, locking the front door, double-checking the windows, making sure nothing was out of place. Another habit she hadn't been able to shake.
Some part of her still expected him to come back.
But her father had been gone for years now. He wasn't coming back.
Ava tried to ignore the ache in her chest as she wandered into the kitchen, pulling a bottle of water from the fridge. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating.
She hated being alone.
But at the same time, she didn't trust herself around people.
She thought about Jaxon, about the way he had looked at her in the cafeteria like he could see straight through her. He had no idea what he was playing with.
Because if he kept pushing, he wouldn't just find out she could fight.
He'd find out why she had to.
Ava clenched her jaw, shoving the thought aside. She had homework to do, and the last thing she needed was to waste time thinking about some cocky quarterback who wouldn't take a hint.
But as she sat at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the open textbook in front of her, she couldn't shake the feeling that, for the first time in a long time, someone wasn't just looking at her.
They were seeing her.
And that?
That was dangerous.
Ava's house was quiet. Too quiet.
The kind of quiet that pressed in on her, making it impossible to ignore the thoughts she'd spent all day trying to bury.
She dropped her bag by the door, exhaling as she leaned against the wall. The house was dark except for the dim glow of the kitchen light she always left on. It was a habit—one she never broke. Darkness meant uncertainty, and uncertainty had never been safe.
She moved through the house on autopilot, locking the front door, double-checking the windows, making sure nothing was out of place. Another habit she hadn't been able to shake.
Some part of her still expected him to come back.
But her father had been gone for years now. He wasn't coming back.
Ava tried to ignore the ache in her chest as she wandered into the kitchen, pulling a bottle of water from the fridge. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating.
She hated being alone.
But at the same time, she didn't trust herself around people.
She thought about Jaxon, about the way he had looked at her in the cafeteria like he could see straight through her. He had no idea what he was playing with.
Because if he kept pushing, he wouldn't just find out she could fight.
He'd find out why she had to.
Ava clenched her jaw, shoving the thought aside. She had homework to do, and the last thing she needed was to waste time thinking about some cocky quarterback who wouldn't take a hint.
But as she sat at the kitchen table, staring blankly at the open textbook in front of her, she couldn't shake the feeling that, for the first time in a long time, someone wasn't just looking at her.
They were seeing her.
And that?
That was dangerous.
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