Breaking radio silence
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What was done was done.Farooq Abdullah is not known to mince words, though he switched off for a long “political silence” since his anguished “I am free today, but this freedom isn’t complete” comment after being released from detention in the first fortnight of March. "I'll think about," he said and ended the call. "If we met, face-to-face, would that convince you?" "You should have thought about that before you chose him."
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Would he ignore my call? I hadn't planned on that.Īt the sound of his voice, my gut clenched. Even if I wanted to speak, I couldn't. Gathering my courage, I quickly dialed Micah's number before I could change my mind. But what would I say to convince him? Or maybe, I didn't need to say anything. It was so long ago since Alexander had first attacked me in my room. I picked up my cellphone and stared at it for a long time. Micah had to believe that I was returning to him without any suspicion. Even if I had convinced Camellia to provide me with a body guard, it wouldn't have helped. The only thing that was left was to call Micah. Who was using who? I guess it didn't matter. What did that even mean? Hadn't they said that before? It begged the question. What was it with these people and cats? There was also a note. Inside, I found a sticker in the silhouette of a cat. It was nice wrapped in brown paper and easily opened too. The package was waiting for me underneath the bed. It was hard to finally able to stand from the couch. I didn't want to go to my room but I knew deep down that I had to. I stayed downstairs until well past midnight. It was just my family and I eating dinner and spending time together. At least, I would have some form of control over what was going on.įor a good three hours, I forgot about everything. It was better to take things into my own hands. I was running around in the dark, blinded. Did they really need to keep me in the dark? Didn't I deserve to know what was going no? Then again, my parents were giving me much to work with either. I still hadn't received any word from Mr. I had to go through with the plan no matter what for Alexander's sake and my own too. Opening that box would just solidify my plan. I wanted to know what kind of help Camellia and her people were going to provide but, at the same time, I didn't. I hear their alfredo pasta is good."Īs we waited for the food, I took my books and package upstairs. "Alright," I said with a sigh, "but, can we get pasta instead. "You have to spend time with your parents." "Then this is a punishment too," Dad quickly said. They were already lenient with letting Sonia and Carlos come over. I knew I wasn't forcing my parents to spend some time with me but I didn't think they should be overlooking my punishment.
#BREAKING RADIO SILENCE MOVIE#
"We can put on a movie and spend some time together." "How about we order pizza for dinner?" Mom asked. If anything, her word was the only one I could trust. I hadn't opened the package yet and I wouldn't until later that night. "We should get going."Ī part of me felt relief at their departure but the other part didn't. I could almost tell what they were thinking. "We don't like to impose," Sonia replied. He wasn't someone to invite people to stay any longer than they wanted to. I doubted that Carlos was knowingly working for the vampire mafia. Were they working together? Was the package just a warning to me? 'We know where your 'friends' live', type of warning. The only issue I had was the fact that I couldn't help but think that the vampire mafia had something to do with the Purists. When I had asked why they brought their stuff with them, they'd said that it would be more believable if everyone thought we were studying together. Borek," Sonia said, "we were just leaving." " I would have baked something beforehand. "Rin, you didn't tell us we had visitors," my mom said. Having someone around actually helped me get more work done. It was more like an independent study session in the same room. It wasn't like we were playing card games. We hung out in the living room and they were still at my house when my parents came home from work. To be frank, that wasn't really hard to believe. Apparently, Sonia had found it outside their house with my name on it. The day after Camellia had paid me a visit, Sonia and Carlos decided to drop by with a package. I seriously doubted he was connected to the mafia. The 'someone' Camellia mentioned ended up being Carlos.