Locked once more(Book 2)

Chapter 10

Calling each other brothers felt wrong after what just happened. It would hurt him so bad to know we lied and that we kissed. I knew that. But they both hugged it out and then Derek kissed my head and sent us out. I stepped outside his office and let out a breath I had held in for a while. It didn't seem like I was breathing. I kept looking for something to go wrong.

Wes escorts me down to the lab. I wasn't ready for the scene in front of me. There were three other lab surgeons, and Chloe was working on my Faith. My precious girl. My bodyguard. She was part of my family. Dani was down there. She sees us coming down. She runs over. I look at Wesley, and he shakes his head slowly at me. And then, all of a sudden, she is right in front of us. I didn't know if I should excuse myself or ignore whatever my heart felt.

"How are you holding up AG," she asks. I shrug. Wes excuses himself for a moment, meeting Noah. This was awkward.

"Well, Faith is lying on an operating table, and I was almost shot again, so I'm fine," I said. She nods. I didn't know what else to say. My whole world was falling apart. Three men wanted me. I loved one and had feelings for the other. Life was great.

"Well, Wes will take care of you; Derek would kill him, you know, metaphorically, if he didn't protect you with his life; plus, I know Wesley thinks of you as a best friend, maybe more than that," she says. I shoot her a look. She tilts her head at me.

"He cares about you, I know that, and I'm glad he does. It gives him purpose, I think; I get why we protect you; you're a great person, AG," she says. I don't know what to say. She admitted Wes cared for me. And that I'm the priority around here. Noah is still the only one who doesn't treat me like a martyr.

I think about what that wolf attacked me; Derek was right there, and Wesley was there too, but Derek gave his blood; he dedicated his life to me, and me kissing Wes was a spit in his face. I couldn't have told Wesley all of this before.

"Anyway, Faith is okay, and she's gonna be fine," she said, touching my arm. She then drops her hand and turns to walk away. I let her go. Honestly, I didn't know what I was doing anymore.

I kept hearing this voice telling me to jump ship. I wanted to. If I were a movie, it would be Titanic because my boat sank. I feel awful. My head started busting at that moment. All I could think about was that bastard that hurt my Faith.  I knew where Walter would be holding him—the cells. I look at Faith one last time before I turn around, high-tailing it out.

If anyone was following me, I didn't hear them calling me. I passed Matthew on the way. He turned to look at me, heading to the cells. Whatever my mind was thinking, it wasn't right. It was like slow motion; everything was a blur. But I kept walking down to The cells. What would you do? What was I going to do? Whatever it was, it wouldn't be good.

I reach the cells, walking through until I get to his block. Walter sees me, and so does the guy. It's dark and damp down here; honestly, that isn't as bad as I feel. Now, it wasn't the guilt of kissing Wesley. Now, it was the rage for Faith. Tyler notices me, too. But he didn't stop me, and I walked into the cell. The man looked up at me, and the next thing I knew, his chair was lying on the ground. And I was on top of him.

One punch, two punches, another, and another. Blood spat. Chuckling. And he had issues. He kept smiling and smiling as if it was funny. I hear Tyler calling my name, telling me to stop. He doesn't touch me. Probably afraid I'd fight him. And I would have. But another pair of hands grab me; I fight against them. I continued to punch the man until I couldn't make out his face. Finally, I'm pulled away. But Tyler and Walter looked at me like I had gone rabid.

I'm still fighting and fighting hard. The arms kept holding me. Tears streamed down my face. Hands bloody. I beat him pretty badly. That rush when you beat the hell out of someone that's what came over me. I had felt a sudden need for the violence. Maybe revenge. If that was it, I was carried through the cell up to the hall where no one was standing post. I'm still trying to get away from the arms that had me.