The Past, Present, and Future of Alexa Morgan

Part 13

PART 13

Chapter 23

(Cameron)

When I awoke, I was sure of three things.

1. I had a killer headache.

2. I had no idea where I was.

3. There was a loud ringing sound, which is what pulled me back to 

consciousness.

I slowly sat up, wincing from the pain, and looked around. There was a 

small black cell phone a few feet away from me- the source of the 

ringing. I hesitated, then picked it up and answered it.

"Hello?" I asked, squeezing my eyes shut to try and ease the pain in 

my head.

"Cameron," a familiar voice said. It was Dylan, one of the higher 

ranking Scouts.

"Dylan, where am I?" I asked irritatedly.

"That's not important. What's important is that you step down from 

your position as first-in-command immediately."

"Why would I do that? Hunter is probably already looking for me."

"You've only been out for about an hour, so he might be, and as for 

WHY you should resign, well, this should help."

"Uh, Cameron?" Alexa's voice came through the phone and my eyes grew 

wide. He was blackmailing me. I didn't think he would act so soon...

"Alexa, don't worry. I'll handle this. Just give the phone back to 

Dylan." I heard the phone being passed, then Dylan's voice came through.

"So, do you revoke your position?"

"Dylan, when I get out of here you are ad good as dead!" I immediately 

regretted yelling, it only made my throbbing head worse.

"Good luck with that. It'll take the rest of the summer just for you 

to find us. In the meantime, I'll be hiding, all alone, with your 

girlfriend..."

"If you touch her I will break every bone in your body."

"Relax, relax. I'll let her go as soon as you step down." Suddenly, I 

heard Alexa's voice again, faint in the background.

"Don't do it Cameron! I'll be fine here- just don't do it!"

"Dylan," I said reluctantly, "I'm not stepping down."

"Fine. Call me back when you change your mind. It should be speed dial 

#1 on  the phone you're using." That being said, Dylan hung up, and I 

sprang into action.

I pocketed the phone, jumped up, staggered a bit when the room started 

spinning, then started toward the door. Locked, of course. I leaned 

back and kicked the door handle with what little energy I had. I 

kicked it again for good measure, then tested it again. It opened.