Prophecy ~ Lams (COMPLETED)

Chapter 31: You Still Have Scars

Ok I have yet another question!

YES or NO

This will, as I have said in my announcements, determine the fate of a character in this story. I have no decision-making ability when it comes to important decisions such as this one, so this is what it comes to! Again, choose wisely...

----

JOHN POV

I saw Alex's face peek itself out from a high ledge. Dozens of owls were flying around, causing plenty of auburn, white, and chocolate colored feathers to go into my hair.

I groaned and pulled one particularly large feather out of my hair.

"Up here." He pointed to a tall ladder that he wanted me to climb.

Step by step, I got closer to the answers. That was only reason I was there. Right?

"Hi John, thank you for coming."

Alex had set up a small area in between owl beds. The window and ledge was placed in a way that I was able to stick my feet out. I did just that, sitting on one of the maroon cushions that he had most likely taken from the Room of the Requirement.

"How've you been?" He asked. He looked like he didn't know what else to say.

"Alex, let's not do this. Just tell me what really happened, if what I saw with my own eyes wasn't the truth," I stated, staring out at the forest. The sun was starting to set. The view in front of me made me remember the painting I had made over winter break.

"Ok, well..." He paused. "This is going to be a lot, so prepare yourself."

How bad could it be?

----

"Thomas. Did. WHAT?" My hands were fists and my vision was blurred in red hot anger. I was mad and sad and angry and happy all at the same time.

How could he do that to me? To Alex? My views on Jefferson had changed over winter break, but now we were back where we started. And why did Eliza, or any of the others, tell me what happened? I was mad at Alex for no reason. It could've all ended a while ago if they had told me the complete truth. 

"Why didn't anyone tell me sooner?" I spat. I stood up quickly, my head hitting the ledge above.

"Shit! That hurt." 

"John, sit down before you get a concussion or fall off. And I wanted to be the one to tell you myself."

I sat down, holding the top of my head. "Why didn't you tell me sooner then?"

"Because... I was scared. And I didn't want to mess with you after that day," He admitted.

"I'm sorry that I yelled at you in The Three Broomsticks. But you get what position I'm coming from, right? From where I was standing, you cheated on me."

"I get it, and I'm sorry that you had to see it."

"But are you ok? That person should not have done that to you, It's sexual harassment." 

"I'll be fine."

"I just can't believe Jeffershit would go to all of these lengths just to break us up! Why on earth would he do that? I swear to God, next time I see him... It'll be the end of him."

"Um, I was wondering, now that you know I didn't cheat on you... Would you want to be my boyfriend again?" He held his arms and looked out at the quickly diminishing sun. His face was flushed, and as he finished his sentence, so was mine.