Chapter 269

269 –The Runaway Family

Madeline:

“So what? Why was he angry at us?” I complained.

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Baxter watched my face while I sat back. I waited for the rain to stop because I was going to go, and this time I was going to confront them.

I guess Baxter noticed the silence from me and thought I was planning something.

“What are you thinking, Madeline? Please tell me,” he insisted.

“I’m going to set their cabin on fire,” I replied, and I watched Baxter’s eyes widen.

We sat there for a few hours, and honestly speaking, I was really hurt because every now and then my kids would start crying, talking about how they did not have any toys or books left.

We did not even have any more clothes on us.

When the rain stopped, I put Gina down, and Baxter noticed how aggressively I stepped out from the shelter.

“Madeline, stop,” Baxter urged.

He put the kids down too as he rushed after me, trying to hold my hand, but I swiftly freed myself.

“No, Baxter, I’m not going to sit silently. I’m going to give them back so hard,” I stated briskly, making my way toward the trail.

Baxter had no option left but to come after me now, but he took a moment to gather the children first.

However, as I started to step on the trail, I began to feel something was not right.

My steps were heavy because the rain had turned the ground into mud, but I kept going.

When I reached the top where the cabin stood, I noticed that the family was not around.

“Bonnie!” I screamed to get her attention.

I looked at the ground and saw they had set up two poles, and between them was a rope with laundry drying on it.

It was now drenched in rain. Some of the clothes had fallen to the ground and were covered in dirt.

“Bonnie, come out!” I yelled again.

It struck me as odd that they had not taken the laundry down when the rain started.

However, I did not care. I was only here to confront her.

“Bonnie!” I shouted, standing next to the big tree.

This time, I noticed Baxter did not stop me. I guessed even he was frustrated.

He had worked hard in the last few days since we left the packs, and now our home was gone.

All our hard work, all of Baxter’s hard work, had been wasted.

“Come out. If you think you can hide here and I will leave, then you are wrong,” I grunted, tapping my foot on the ground.

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My body language started to change once I noticed she was not coming.

It frustrated me, but I decided to take one more step and reach the front porch.

Baxter immediately put the kids behind his back and kept them a little farther from the porch while he stepped up with me, probably so that if they tried something, he would be there to support me.

I knocked on the door several times before I leaned in to listen.

I pressed my ear against the door to hear anything, but it was completely silent inside.

“Okay, stand back. I’ll go inside and check where they are,” Baxter remarked, finally taking matters into his hands.

It was odd that they were so silent while they had two little children with them.

He opened the door and stepped inside. I anxiously waited until I realized I needed to go after him.

He was my husband, and I was the one who wanted this confrontation, so I followed him.

The minute I was inside, I noticed a few things.

First, there seemed to be no sign of anyone around. There were no noises of the children or anything either.

I bet if they were here, they would have heard us walk in.

Baxter saw me, and he gave me a hand gesture, letting me know we were supposed to stay quiet, so I followed his lead.

We went to the kitchen, and it seemed like they had been cooking something, but it was left unfinished.

There was a plate of rice and sweet potatoes on the table in the living room.

It was clear they were not in the cabin and had left in a hurry.

But why? Were they so scared of us that they ran away?

If they could not face us, they should not have messed with us.

Why would they leave a perfectly fine home, burn ours, and then run away?

I stepped into the bedroom and noticed their clothes were still there.

The kids‘ toys were there too. It seemed like they had brought more stuff from the pack.

“They were given so much,” I complained, though I kept in mind they had probably left in a rush.

“Baxter, what do you think happened?” I asked him,

, noticing he was carefully examining everything.

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