"Lexington we need to talk about what you just did" Alix says through clenched teeth. I turn to face him, before I would have been afraid of this angry person but now I no longer care. I feel my own anger mixing with annoyance, I am my own person. I don't need to be led by the hand like a six year old.
"Listen here Montgomery," I say slowly. Maintaining a dangerously steady voice. I walk towards him and his mocking face pales. My voice low I say "you are not my leader. You are not my mother. You don't own me." I turn to walk up to the house.
The safe house in Missouri stands before me. My heart chills and I am stock still. My anger fades and is replaced with confusion. The porch swing is no longer rusty, the front door has a fresh coat of paint. Everything is different yet it is all the same. I spin on my heel, turning on Donovan. His eyes are innocent but I know better than to believe that innocence. That innocence slaps me in the face. I remember that none of us ever graduated from high school. We never got the chance.
"Lex, I'm sorry" Donovan says as the front door squeaks open. I cringe at the sound and turn back to face the door. My heart stops.
I rub my eyes to remove all doubt, I blink and they are still standing there. I extend my arm out to Doxx who takes it unsure of what to do. "Pinch me" I tell him. He laughs a slow sleepy rumble of a volcano. He pinches my arm. I still don't believe my eyes.
Standing behind the door a clean shaven, deep olive skin glows with life. He looks healthy, robust even. Tyler. That boy is alive. Behind him stands Alex, Danny, and Stefan. They are alive. I can't handle the pressure of the truth. My chest constricts again and I can't breathe. All around me the silence presses against my eardrums and I feel as though I am a ticking time bomb. Everyone around me is just waiting for me to explode.
I decide not to give it to them. Instead I bury the whirlwind of emotions raging within me. I create a massive pit deep within myself and shove emotions like dead bodies into it. I take a deep breath and I walk away. Slipping into the trees and my mind collapses; sending me into a full out sprint.
I run through the forest and I don't stop. I just go. I will not stop. I can not stop. They lied to me. I should have known. I should have realized it. They've been lying to me this entire time. My life has been a lie.
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The Music Room
RandomLexington Williams is the daughter of a badass who was killed defending freedom. America is communistic and art is the weapon against the end of the world.
