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Chapter 14

Chapter 14-

It was nine in the morning and we were heading to some empty, open dry field. Apparently, Beckham wanted to squeeze in some last minute training, just in case.

Beckham was shooting arrows at some random log, Laura was throwing knives at some log. The loud thump every time it for hitched into the log. Zachary and I were doing hand combat, to see how fast we need to be. Although, I was going easy on him.

"You're pretty good at this," Zachary said in a breathless whisper, blocking my attacks.

I shrugged.

"How?"

"I had to. I had a tough childhood."

"Tell me."

"You tell me."

"Tell you what? About my childhood?" he asked, stopping for a brief second. I saw and opening a plunged my fist into his stomach. He cringed inwardly.

"Never drop your guard," I say and help him up.

As I extend my hand, he pulls me down and pins me to the dusty ground.

"My childhood was the best. I grew up with a loving father who protected and helped my brother and I with everything. But when he died, I had to take on the parental role. My mother, she's gone."

I flipped him around and straddled him, keeping his hands on either side of his head. My braid dangling over my shoulder. "What do you mean gone?" I ask.

"Exactly that, she left. She's gone." He licked his lips and it formed a tight line.

"I'm sorry." I caressed his cheek.

"It's okay." He got up and helped me up afterward, then, dusted himself off.

When I dusted myself off and sneezing a few times, because of the dust particles in the air. Zachary positioned himself to snipe out a random log that was on the farside of the field. With one shot, he hit it.

Zachary lost his family too. I smiled at him. As he shot the log a second time, hitting it perfectly.

I'm not alone. I have him. I'm glad I do. He's all mine. I wonder what will happen after this. Will he want to be with me? Or will he just discard of me like he does with other girls? If he does, I'll kill him myself.

I sit on the hood of the SUV and my thoughts are interrupted by Laura. She sits next to me and nudges me softly in the ribs with her elbow.

"So...?"

"We had sex." I laugh out loudly and cover my mouth with my hand to stifle the loud, boisterous laughter that escapes my lips. Laura soon joins in.

"And... how was it?" she asks when she recovered from her own laughing fit.

"Painful, but... so nice." The images replay I my head, flickering in the back of my head.

"Did you tell him how you feel about him?" she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

I nod. "Yes and so did he."

"That's just fucking beautiful!" she wipes away a fake tear and I push her playfully.

"I'm just afraid that he might lose me tonight." I look down at my sneakers.

"I'll make sure he won't. Just promise me you'll do the same?"

I look up at Laura and she looks serious. Like she's genuinely afraid of what might happen tonight. Just like I am.

I hug her tightly. "Of course I will, Lau."