Inferni

Chapter 9

A/N: I promise. I am working on this story. However, I have been working on others more. If you want me to update this before I actually do, feel free to tell me to update, but please give me about three days to do so.

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~Rissa

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One by one everyone excused themselves and left until Declan and I were the only ones seated in the sitting area of my room. The adults looked at Declan with a warning gaze before they left, and I couldn't help but be confused and curious.

"Why did they look at you like that?" I asked and looked at my best friend, my brother, after I had watched them leave. "What are you hiding?"

Declan narrowed his eyes and scowled. He folded his arms across his chest, and I raised an eyebrow in question. "What are you hiding, Blaire?" he asked, not answering my question. "What is up with that fake smile?"

I scoffed and rolled my eyes, annoyed that he didn't answer my question like I hoped he would. "I didn't have any reason to have real smiles, Dec," I said and folded my arms across my chest. I looked at the table and pressed my lips into a thin line, not meeting his questioning gaze any longer. "It stopped happening when that fire burnt your letters, and you left." I licked my lips and cleared my throat. "Did you leave with him after you two made eye contact with each other while we did something?" I asked, talking about Justin and changing the subject.

Declan groaned and moved a hand across his face. He leaned back against his seat and sighed while he folded his arms across his chest. "There is stuff that I can't tell you," he said, his voice showing how tired he was, and I almost felt guilty. "But yes, I did leave with Justin after we made eye contact because I had found an escape."

I leaned back in my seat and pressed my lips into a thin line. "And you didn't think about us or how you leaving would affect us," I said while I moved my hand across my arm and sank lower in my seat. "And all the attempts to contact me didn't work because you sent it to the house."

"And where would you have me send it?" Declan asked with a small snap in his voice, and I tensed and stared at him with hard eyes that he ignored. "There was no other place we could have set up because you didn't answ-"

"HOW?" I shouted and slammed my hand against the couch, leaving a smallish dent in it, but neither one of us paid attention to it. "HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO?" I stood and twisted away from him while I grabbed my hair. "How was I supposed to know that you wanted me to contact you?" I asked, my voice cracking.

Declan stayed seated and looked at me while I started to pace back and forth. He stayed silent for a bit before he cleared his throat and shifted in his seat. "Your Spidey senses?" he asked, half joking and half not. "Couldn't you have done it that way?"

I scowled and narrowed my eyes. "I don't have any Spidey senses, Dec," I said. "I don't know what you are talking about."

"Yes, you do," Declan said. He raised his hand when I opened my mouth to say something and gave me a pointed look until I closed it and scowled. "You have this way of knowing shit, and it amazes me sometimes because you know what I am thinking before I either do something or say something."

I looked down and shrugged. "That's not Spidey senses, Dec," I said with a soft sigh in my voice. "That's from knowing you and knowing what you need from me to survive." I moved a hand across my face before I shook my head and sighed.

"Then why didn't you know that I wanted you to contact me or find a way to do so?" Declan asked softly. He stood and took a step towards me but stopped. His blue eyes were wide and filled with sadness while he watched me, waiting for me to say something. "You should've known that I wanted you to."