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to me as I climbed off of the bed.
    “ Tabitha,
what the hell is going on?” I whispered, a little shook up.
    “ Just
hurry. We don’t have much time.”
    “ I
just heard my mom…” I choked on the words and started to
cry.
    Tabitha seemed frantic,
which was starting to be normal. I noticed she was in identical black
jeans and black hoodie as I got dressed. Tabitha opened my bedroom
door and poured herself into the hallway; disappearing like a shadow.
I met her at the bottom of the stairs and we slipped out the rear
entrance and into the garage where we waited.
    “ Ta…”
I started.
    “ Look,”
Tabitha interrupted. “I will tell you everything once we get
to my house. But, what I will tell you now is this...your life
depends on us getting out of this garage in the next few seconds
without being heard or seen. Can you just trust me?”
    Tabitha had been my
best friend for longer than anyone else ever had and right then I
needed someone to trust. I had just heard my mom betray me and I was
a mess. So, I nodded my acknowledgment and kept my mouth shut as I
watched her watch the street from a crack in the garage door. From
her stooped position, she reminded me of a dog guarding her pup, and
I was that pup. Something about this was primal.
    “ Okay,
let’s go.”
    Tabitha grabbed my hand
and forced me to crouch as we ran past the side of my Jeep. We ran
down the driveway to the street, avoiding street lights, until we
reached Tabitha’s car. She opened the passenger side door but
the overhead light didn’t come on. Once inside, I realized that
we were not alone and prepared to scream when the familiar feeling of
Tabitha’s hand covered my mouth for the second time in one
night.
    “ He’s
with us. Now stay down.”
    Tabitha lay on the back
seat and I tried to tuck myself into the floor space of the passenger
side as we sped down the street. The guy driving was in all black,
like us, but he had on dark sunglasses in the middle of the night.
This was not good.
    Tabitha’s house
was about 5 miles from mine and we drove through the empty streets at
an alarming rate of speed. We pulled into her circular driveway
minutes later and piled out of the car, rushing towards the front
door. The mysterious driver held the door open for me and I saw him
bow slightly as Tabitha passed in front of him.
    “ Did
he just bow at you?” I asked.
    “ Huh?”
she shrugged, evading my question. “His name is Solomon.
Solomon, meet Cheyenne”, Tabitha said from over her shoulder as
she ran up the stairs toward the second floor.
    “ Hurry,
Cheyenne, we don’t have much time.”
    I ran after Tabitha,
following her as she entered her family’s library. This was my
favorite place in her house. All of these authentic first editions
were amazing and I loved the smell of leather and old paper. The
walls were lined with floor to ceiling bookcases made of cherry wood
and pine. There were no windows or harsh over head lights. Instead,
there were small Tiffany lamps throughout the large room. I knew it
was to help preserve the books. I didn’t care, however, how
much light was in the room. I just loved it.
    It took me a moment to
realize that we were not alone. As soon as I dragged my attention
away from the wall of books, I saw them. There were twelve, maybe
fifteen people in the room aside from me and Tabitha. Solomon was
standing at the door like a sentry and I began to back my way into a
corner.
    Tabitha appeared at my
elbow to intercept my retreat and looked up at me with sympathy as
she led me to the large table and helped me sit down. The people at
the table hardly took notice of my arrival. There were a few of them
who made eye contact and gave an acknowledging head nod, but the
information on the table was obviously more important than I was.
    “ Err
um,” a voice from the head of the table started. He was a 6’4”
man who looked like a wide receiver. His skin was about three shades
lighter than mine but we had the same color

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