After Solitude

Chapter 53

Zoey's POV

As I walk into the living room, I realize that it's not Brina that's here. It's Jack.

I much rather have Brina than Jett's butt-face brother here.

He crossed a line at the annual gathering. But what he said finally makes sense. Maybe I did kill Brexley and...and my parents. If I killed all of them, then Poppy would be the fourth. The fourth person I've killed.

"Speak of the devil and she appears." Jack smiles as I shake my head in the doorway from being stuck in my own thoughts.

"I was hoping you were someone else." I roll my eyes at his presence.

He presses his hand against his chest in fake hurt.

Jett nudges his brother, telling him to shut up while Wyatt refuses to look in that direction. Nik on the other hand, looks bored.

Before anyone has the chance to say anything, the central heating cuts off and the lights turn black.

"Fuck." Jett complains.

"Looks like I'm going to be here for a while." Jack lays back against the couch with a contempt smile.

"We need to bundle her up before she freezes to death." Jett says, leaving Jack's side and coming to me.

Jett pulls me out of the room and brings me into my room, closing the door behind us.

"What is he doing here?" I interrogate.

"What, you don't like my brother?" Jett chuckles and pulls out clothes from my dresser to layer up with.

I smile, no, no I don't.

"He's here because the storm. He was in the area and and the roads are getting bad so he came here."

"So, hotels are closed when it snows?" I ask with amusement as I begin to throw on the extra shirts he spread out for me, making sure to put the striped one on first so it's not visible and on the bottom.

"Ha ha," he fake laughs, "he should be gone whenever they get the plows going." He tells me as he zips up my jacket.

I'm getting warm from the packing on of clothing, but I know if I take it all off, I'll get scolded for trying to get sick.

Somehow, even though I have this weird monster inside of me that kills everyone I love, I'm still human. I can still get sick, I can still feel feelings.

After bundling up, we go back down with the rest of the group. Wyatt throws wood into the fireplace, Nik is just sitting on the couch reading a book, and Jack is looking...directly at me.

"Can I help you?" I ask with annoyance in my voice.

Jett chuckles as he plops down next to Jack.

"Did I ask for help, Miss cocoon?" He retorts.

Jerk.

"I guess your face is just stained stupid, my mistake." I fake apologize.

Nik and Wyatt try their hardest to contain their laughter, but come up short as I hear a few chuckles coming from them.

"Let's be nice." Jett comments, looking between Jack and I.

Jack smiles and leans back into the couch. I on the other hand, sit in Jett's lap.

Yeah, there are a lot of other places I could be sitting, but right here is where I feel Jack would be irked the most.