My Darkest Secret

Chapter 14- Andrew Evans

Heyoo. I'm writing this chapter right as I've published the last one. Yay for night time productivity..................... Oh and caffeine 😂. Hope y'all like this next one, comment if you find anything funny or find any mistakes, I don't always have time to edit. Also comment at the end what day of the week you want me to update.

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Maya's POV

I was complete immersed in what I was doing, that I didn't realize that Xander had been watching me for the past few minutes, completely in awe.

"I thought you didn't know how to use a bow." He muttered, mouth agape. I span around quickly, and came to face him.

"Well, Shit."

I continued on, thinking on my feet to find an excuse,

"Umm. Well in my defense," I started, as he looked at me expectedly.

"You never asked if I knew how to do archery. You just assumed and started mansplaining." I sniped, my shoes becoming more and more interesting as time went by.

"I don't mansplain things." He defended,

"But you do thought." I countered straight back, feeling confident the previous subject was dropped,

"I don't... Anyway you still haven't explained how you're so good at doing that." He gestured to the bow I had slung around my arm. Dammit. Why did he have to be smart.

"Well.... I was taught when I was 15." I explained, avoiding any details.

"Who?" He urged. Why, why, why did he have to ask? I already felt bad for lying so much.

"Andrew Evans." I replied bluntly. It wasn't the truth, but it wasn't far off from it.

"Ok, yea. Now how about you tell me his real name." He said sternly, looking a bit upset that I lied. This of course only made me feel worse, especially when I saw his deep blue eyes full of hurt. Stupid eyes. Stupid emotions.

"Andrei Ivanov" I whispered, looking down ashamed.

"He's Russian?" Xander asked.

"No he's American." I stated, smirking,

"Really? It sounds Russian but-" This dummy.

"Of course he's Russian." I interjected, surely now he wouldn't ask any more.

"Oh, umm. Anyway, why did he teach you?" He asked again. The smirk on my face dropped instantly and my heart began to beat rapidly. Calming it down, I looked at him, avoiding his eyes, before speaking,

"Please, don't ask me about that." I whispered quietly. Although my experience with them wasn't completely bad, the things that happened changed me. They changed me in ways that made me hate myself. I looked up at him, full of shame as my cheeks became wet.

Rapidly, I wiped them away and closed my eyes to collect myself as I thought of all the lives I had taken to save myself. Suddenly, arms enveloped me and before I knew it I was in a hug. A sorely needed one. As much as I hated to admit it, I loved it. Because of the life I led, I had nearly never gotten any affection, bar Jess, and it felt good to be hugged for once, and not have to pretend to be strong.

Soon enough, the hug broke off, and silence reigned, as I silently thanked Xander, before I giggled, causing him to look at be questioningly,

"It's just funny. I can't believe you thought that Andrei Ivanov was an American name." I sniggered before he lightly nudged me.

"So, let's have a small competition." I declared suddenly. Xander nodded,

"Whoever can get the closest to the center, wins." I added.