Running with His Child

Chapter 34

Matilda turns the handle, thrusting the door open harshly. "Hurry now!" She scolds, basically pushing me in.

As I enter the room, the door shuts behind me. The office was quite larger than Kyle's, many useless books sat on the ceiling-high bookshelves.

The large mahogany desk sat in the middle of the room, piles of papers and files scattered on top. It was an absolute mess. At the sight of it though, I pushed away the utter disorganization in my mind, and sprinted around it.

Quickly, my hands started flipping papers and files from the biggest pile, trying to find anything with Kyle's name on it.

My hands shook as I deserted the first pile, moving to the second. The weight of this mission was truly setting in, and I found myself having to read every few pages a few times to process the words on it.

Most papers on the desk were business contracts and such from the looks of it, but I had no time to be looking into them.

As I searched through the last pile on top of the desk, I came across something I hadn't expected.

The plain tan folder was filled to the brim with papers and what I can assume to be items. What stood out most to me was the name written in a black sharpie on the filing spot.

Robyn Lehman

It was my folder. All the information from the years I spent by their side was in here. All the things Jason has done to betray me were stored in this fat folder.

A pang ripped through my chest as I held the floppy thing in my hands. It feels as if the truth of him never set in, and now it was.

He wants to hurt Kyle, and we were just luck to find. Owen and I are the main piece of his master plan. All I wanted was to be free, and to be off on my own. I've never had the chance. Kyle stole that from me, Jason stole that from me, hell- even I stole that opportunity from myself.

I fell for a mafia boss. That was my downfall. When my father kicked me out, I should have taken the first bus off to anywhere. Maybe then I would be free.

What would it even be worth it without Owen? No. I could never wish that he was never born. He is the one thing that I've been proud of in this shitty life.

I made such a smart and caring little boy, and that's all that matters to me. Freedom would not be freedom without my son. Life would be nothing without him.

The sound of knocking on the office door snapped my from my gaze. Matilda quickly peeked in, giving me a glare. "We don't have time for this. Hurry up!" She exclaims, shutting the door again.

That sends me off into a frenzy of searching quite frantically. I swing the desk drawers open, digging in them quickly before slamming them shut to look in the next.

Soon, I come across the biggest drawer, only to find that it is locked. I hadn't seen a key on the desk at all, which worries me quite a lot. How would I get inside without it?

Hairpins!

My hair fell loosely on my back nothing holding it up, but I had an alternative. My feet carried me to the door quickly, my hand swinging the door open just as fast.

"I need your hairpin, Matilda." I speak in a rushed tone, tapping my foot nervously behind the door.

She gave off a bewildered look, frowning heavily as she reached up to pluck one out of her bun. "My hair looked great today you know." She huffs, handing it to me.

"Oh please, your hair is the least of my worries at the moment." I huff, moving back in to try and pick the lock of the drawer.

It was not an easy task in the slightest, the pin just would never move right, which made it almost impossible for me to pick the lock. Though, after many tries, and many groans of frustration, the cabinet unlocked, and I sent it flying open.