Differences

Chapter 47 - Alaina

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Warning: blood, inappropriate language and negative self-talk is mentioned within this chapter. Please read what is most comfortable for you

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As soon as we reach the hospital where people were affiliated with the Taylor's worked which we could access discreetly, the rest of us were told to wait outside the operation room. The adrenaline now depleting from my body, exhaustion takes over and sharp pain abused every single inch of my body.

The gunshot.

I forgot about it.

I should check it out. But I didn't have the necessities to do so. Nor did I really care about it.

I could wait. I could ask someone for a couple of things, and it'll be alright. It is a little painful, but it was tolerable. For now, anyway.

It hasn't been much since we had arrived and Luke was taken inside the op room, but my anxiety gnawed me from within. My left leg bounce without a thought, my fingers pressed deeply into the skin of my arm, my teeth biting down on the inside of my cheeks, copper taste faintly taking over my senses.

"How did you know where he was?"

I look up, Asher staring down at me. Was it anger, hatred, or just distress? It was probably all combined, and I couldn't blame him. He probably hated the fact that I was in front of him alive, breathing, living. While his best mate, someone that was like a brother to him, fought for his life.

I hated myself for that too.

He didn't deserve any of that.

But I did.

"How the fuck did you find him?", he repeats, on the verge of losing his control. But like his usual demeanour, he reigns it in.

"I guessed. It just made sense if they left him there"

"Don't give me that bullshit. He might be crazy for you but I'm not buying it. I haven't then, and I still don't! And I never will. Were you in this together with the MeX's, let him leave alive so no one would suspect you? So, you could keep pulling this shit again!?"

"What, no!"

"Of course, it is. You're the kind of person who does that all the time, don't you? Fearless aren't you? You get away with anything because you look like you wouldn't harm a damn fly! I have sat here thinking for every single possible reason you were able to get him out, and this is the only plausible reason I could think of! And fucking mark my words you snake, he dies, and you're dead! Fuck it, get out of here. Stop pretending you care. Fuck off!"

Red. He was seeing red.

In me.

He never took a liking to me, but he never said nor did anything in particular  to my face that would bother me enough to rethink about the whole situation. And right now, was the first time I had ever seen him lose his composure. First time I have seen him scream or yell. But now he did, and he thinks I was the reason his best friend was dying. He thinks I was going to kill Luke. He thinks I'm a liar. He thinks I'm a psychotic murderer. Just like everybody else.

I stood, attempting to explain, heat and excruciating pain scorching from my back, igniting pain to spread throughout the rest of my body as I did so.

"I didn't do anything I-"