Silver Hitter

19.𝑾𝒆𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒔.

~•Jamie•~

Standing under the hot shower water, I run my hands through my hair and let my thoughts come as they always do when I shower at night after having a swim. Is it bad that when I think about Connie I'm relieved that she didn't find me? In all the explanations I've heard from her so far, nothing tells me why she gave me up in the first place just how she had to but didn't want to or had regretted it.

She seemed nice. But I hate her a little bit for making my life so complicated only once she was dead.

I hate how selfish she is. How she can only face me from her grave instead of coming to me before and talking to me face to face. I don't care that she couldn't find me, she should have tried harder when she was alive because now I don't wanna hear what she has-or rather had to say now that she's dead and can't look me in the eye to tell me those things.

Shutting the water off and stepping out of the shower, I towel myself dry then wrap a clean white towel around my body, grabbing a comb and running through my hair.

The strands bounce, fresh out of the water and curly and I admire them in the mirror.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

Sighing at the thought of who that might be, I toss the comb aside then make my way downstairs, holding my towel closed as I pull my front door open, surprised at Crow being the one to be standing there.

"Crow, hi. What are you doing here?" I ask and she smiles, holding her long dark ponytail as she tucks it over her shoulder, her piercing eyes boring into mine.

"I know that this is weird but...I need to talk to you please. It's about my brother."

"Uhm sure...do you need me to save him again?" I joke, letting her inside and when Crow battles silently with herself without saying anything, I pause. "What is it?"

"I know about you and my brother."

My entire body tenses but I shrug. "I don't know what you're talking about." I state, closing my front door and crossing my arms over my chest to hold my towel up. Cold air rushes at my exposed skin and I move from foot to foot restlessly.

"My brother has always been protective of you but now it's on a personal level too. Look, I don't care, because that isn't any of my business. I'll keep it a secret if you want but-and I mean this in the nicest way possible...can you back off for a while?" I stare at Crow, not knowing what to say so I blurt,

"Why?"

"Because I think you care enough about him not to want to see him hurt."

"Hurt by who?" My voice hardens as the same protectiveness I felt the day I saved him from Emerson Prescott kicks in and Crow sighs, walking to the front door to peak out the side glass panels, as though expecting someone to show up.

"Maybe he'll tell you one day but for now...I don't need to deal with any casualties so once again, I mean this in the nicest way, please stay the hell away from Hitter or I unfortunately will have to make you." My eyes narrow as I take on a defensive stance and stare at her disbelief. She pushes past me, her shoulder hitting mine and then pulls my front door open and shuts it behind her.

I go back upstairs, my bare feet padding against the tiles, frustrated with Crow's abrupt and randomness to go finish getting ready.

Changing into a pair of loose sweatpants and a thin cut off tank top, I grab a hairdryer and on the cool setting, speed up the process but avoid heat on my hair.

I care about him enough not to want to see him get hurt? Yes, of course I do but hurt by who and why am I hearing this from her? I don't even know what's going on and I don't appreciate her storming into my house and throwing out threats that barely cause a quake in my wake.