Mine, Yours, And Ours [BXB] (18+) |DISCONTINUED|

Chapter XV-Mine

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Crow: Oh my gods, it's the last chapter of this book! Stay tuned for the sequel which should be out decently soon. My apologies for any spelling errors! Stay hydrated, and as always, hope you have a positively, genuinely wonderful day/night! Love you all to bits! ♡
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Wren's POV

Two weeks had passed since I had left the hospital and I stood in my room, alone, surveying the area. A soft knock on my open door made me turn, to be met with Derek.

He stood there his usual black jeans, his pale hands tucked into the pockets. He leaned against the wood door to my room, smirking slightly at me.

His wore a plain white dress shirt and a formal, patternless black tie. His night black hair was styled backwards as it always was, with a few strands creeping back across his forehead.

His onyx black eyes watched me warmly, a soft smile playing across his pink lips.

I raised an eyebrow towards him, surprised at his arrival.
"How did you get in here?" I queried, walking towards him slowly. He watched my approach with amused eyes.

"I was walking by your house and I guess your parents recognized me, because they invited me in. They told me you would be up here."
He answered casually, shrugging his shoulders.

I raised my eyebrows at his response but remained silent, wondering what he wanted.

He placed a hand on my cheek, his dark black eyes staring intently into my own.
"How are you holding up?" He questioned to me in a whisper tone, his eyebrows scrunched together ever so slightly.

Cute.

I shrugged in response, kicking the floor slightly. Derek nodded like that settled his question. He looked back at my room, narrowing his black onyx eyes questioningly.

"What are you doing in here anyway?" He queried, looking over at the black backpack that I had been packing with food, toiletries, clothes, and some plastic water bottles.

Derek raised a questioning eyebrow at me, crossing his arms.
"Going somewhere?" He asked, patiently awaiting my answer. I nodded, looking away.

"I'm going to go track down Crayne. The police might take forever to catch him. And besides, I want it to be me. I want him to feel the pain that he inflicted onto me in the past three years."

Derek's dark, obsidian eyes widened.
"But that's really dangerous! And besides, what do you plan to do once you do find him?"

I sighed, running a hand though my light bue tinted hair wearily.
"I guess I'll cross that burning bridge when I get there."

Derek huffed grumpily, running a ainxious hand though his sleek, black hair.

"That's an awful plan!" He protested loudly, crossing his arms again.
I grinned at him, holding back a laugh at his cute, grumpy toddler-like expression.
"Yeah, I'm aware. Thanks for the diagnosis, Dr Derek."

Derek raised his eyebrows and laughed at the nickname. I smiled at the pleasant, song-like sound, humming quietly to myself as I turned back around to go continue packing.

Derek stopped me by placing a gentle hand on my shoulder.
"Wait- what about your family? And what about the rest of the crew- what about me? What about us?"

I looked away, bitting my bottom lip.
"I don't know...you guys will be fine without me. Probably better off, really."

Derek frowned, his eyebrows rising encrudulously.
"What? That's bullshit!" He huffed, tapping his foot angrily against the wooded floor.