Chapter 9

• Jenny’s POV
• Could my life get any better than this?
• Yes it can.
• My father was finally dead. No longer able to hurt us anymore. No longer controlling every breath that we take. No longer keeping us prisoners in this depressing town.
• My life is just about to get so much better after my mom and I escape to live with my aunt in Canada.
• Our plan was set, we were just waiting for the town to open up again and for the people to come to a peaceful understanding.
• Our passports were ready, we just needed to book a flight to Toronto where my aunt lives.
• She was so thrilled when I told her what came of my father and that we were coming to live with her soon.
• I still remember the day me and my mom sneaked out of town; behind my father’s back, to Fairbanks to issue our passports, about a year ago.
• It couldn’t have been done without the help of my only friend in this town, Megan.
• Megan wasn’t a walker nor a Snow. Her parents moved into town when she was ten years old. They were one of the few outsiders that were allowed to live in this town.
• Her father was brought over by Isaac Snow to manage his dairy factory. Because none of the town’s people had the required experience or skills to manage it properly.
• We became best friends instantly. Her parents were the best parents I have ever seen. They didn’t have the same mentality as the rest of the town people. They gave Megan the freedom that every girl deserved to have. They were sending her to college in Fairbanks after summer. I felt so happy for her, but a tiny little trickle of envy settled in the pit of my stomach when she told me.
• I was so heart broken that I could never go with her because my father would never allow it.
• Megan was the only one who knew the extent of the miserable life I was living in this house. She always stood by me and kept me from going crazy.
• She offered to help me and my mom by taking us to Fairbanks herself.
• Otherwise no one could be trusted enough to drive us without informing my father right away.
• We took advantage of my father’s urgent business trip to Canada and sneaked out of town that day.
• It was the first and last time I went somewhere out of Snow. Fairbanks was simply mesmerizing to me. I felt like I moved to a completely different planet.
• When we were done with our application for new passports, after ensuring that we put down Megan’s home address instead of ours so that the passports get delivered to her, I wanted to walk just a little more in the city. I wanted to see everything I was deprived of seeing all these years, everything I couldn’t see because of my father.
• We kept it short though as we were back home no later than four in the afternoon that day, because we were certain that my uncle would come check on us; which he did of course.
• After that, I kept whishing for one of two things. He either dies soon, or has to go on another business trip so we could escape out of town.
• The death option was more favorable because the dead can’t hunt us down and chase us to the ends of the earth, so I preferred it.
• My wish finally came true, at last.
• My father was murdered last night.
• That memory will never be erased from my mind, it is forever etched into my head as a horrible, satisfying, and heart wrenching memory all at the same time.
• My mind delves into that memory for the hundredth time today.
• I was hiding in my room for almost three days, bored out of my freaking mind. The clock was hitting 3 a.m. and sleep still refused to claim me.
• After my father came back to our house on the day of Alex Snow’s wedding and literally triple locked the front door, he forbid us from opening the door to anyone or stepping foot outside it.
• His voice was deadly cold and vicious, my mom and I simply nodded our heads without daring to ask what was wrong. It was apparent though, he got himself in some deep shit, that most probably involved the Snows.
• I went back to my room right away and called Megan. She was supposed to be attending the wedding with her parents.
• When she told me everything that happened, including my father’s huge act of betrayal, I stayed shocked for almost five minutes, as Megan kept calling my name.
• I told her I would call her back and hung up the phone on her as I tried to register the massively stupid mistake my father just made against the Snows.
• They were going to tear him limb from limb now, there was no doubt about that, and to be completely honest, he so fucking deserved it. But what would become of us then? My mom and me? Will they take it out on us too?
• I shook my head quickly, no they wouldn’t.
• They had some shred of human decency after all, I couldn’t deny that, as much I despised them all.
• But my father was going to pay the price, that’s a no brainer.
• What confused me the most though, was that killing Isaac Snow this way was so not my father’s style. It was too obvious. If he wanted Isaac dead, he would make sure that nothing leads back to him even remotely.
• He is not that reckless. Which told me that something was missing.
• After that, I kept listening in on his phone calls through his office door.
• I don’t know why I cared. I wanted the Snows to kill him and get this over with, whether he was involved in what happened or not.
• But my father took every precaution possible to protect himself, as he stationed all the Walker clan at the front of our house. The Snows couldn’t get near this house without going in guns blazing.
• After listening to multiple weird phone calls, I came to a final conclusion.