THE BOY WHO NEVER SPOKE | Complete

Part II / Chapter One

"Ezie!" Alissa yells from the other room, "come hear this." I rush over to the living room, It's been a week since Naya showed up, and she hadn't left since. Alissa and I didn't care much, we took a hotel close to their hotel for this week so we can spend some time together, but I can't stop thinking about why is Naya still here.

I guess she was pretty determined to stay here with us till we find out where's Jeremiah, but the real question lies in the why?

Why look for somebody that you haven't contacted since you were kids, if what she said was true and they actually haven't been in contact, but I think not. I don't believe Naya is following a 7yr old's love story, that's bollocks.

"Yes my love?" I come close to sit next to Alissa on the couch, "Look at this," She turns the phone towards me and reads it out loud, "Manchester boarders closed until serial killer on the loose gets caught."

We stare at each other for long enough to understand each other's fear, our facial expressions said more than words could ever. "A fucking serial killer now?" I say in disbelief, "Cool off baby he might not be coming to us." She comforts me.

I get up, "I know," I let out a deep breath, "It just doesn't make sense, the coincidence just doesn't." I start racing across the room, trying to keep up with the speed of my thoughts, the words in my head that are telling me to run, but I can't listen to them. I need to find him.

Alissa stares blankly at me and smiles, "You're cute when you're anxious," She giggles. I turn to look at her, and the second I laid my eyes on her I forgot what is it that had me feeling anxious in the first place.

She was wearing my boxers, my purple sweater with a little toothpaste stain I got on it when I was rushing to brush my teeth to get to work, a place I know only miss, and she had messy hair which to me is something to die for.

We just woke up but her scent was pure, neat, calm and kind to the nose. Like roses on a good morning with a cup of coffee. "And you're cute whenever my love." I finally reply, "I'm really glad we took a week off of everything and gave Sara and them control over everything. Even if it was just for a week." I add.

Alissa gets up and starts packing the bag, "I know," She leans in to kiss me, "But we need to go back to the hotel we're late," She looks at the watch, "Yeah we're very late."

I grab her and pull her closer to me, barely keeping inches between our lips, "If we're late anyways," I look at the bed and smirk, "So?" I whisper. Alissa never ended up replying to the question, we just acted, and beds were broken.

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"Hi guys!" Sara yells with excitement as she greets us at the door, "You guys just had sex didn't you?" I turn to see a blushing Alissa awkwardly smiling at me, waiting for my reply, "Indeed we did," I smile at Sara, but that smile was responded to with a pinch on the tricep from my lovely Alissa.

"How did you know anyways?" Alissa asked furiously. "You've got sex hair," She giggles, "Come on in lovebirds!"

We make our way into the hotel room, after Alissa kept us outside for 5 minutes as she fixed our hair, and it was very different. It smelt different, felt different, but in a good way. That claustrophobic feeling in these walls that belittle you was no longer there.

The ground was clean, the couch and TV moved, the big black circular dining table that looked more of a poker table than a table to eat was taken to the kitchen, and it was an awfully big hotel room if you took care of it, "Wow," I say as I look at Alissa, "We should start cleaning our apartment more often."

Alissa nods, "I agree baby," She turns to Sara, "Who did all of this anyways?" She asks, but there was no reply, "Sara?" Alissa asks again, "It was Naya..." Sara lets out a deep breath, "I'm sorry I know I said I'll get rid of her but she was very useful."

"In what way?" I interrupt, "What could she do that you couldn't?"

"Nothing," Sara says, sadness and disappointment in her tone, but not in me, in herself. "I'm sorry Ezie."

"Don't be," Alissa joins in, "Ezie just had a rough morning that's all." She turns and glares at me, "Anyways, where are they?" Alissa asks, "Ash and Naya."

"Um," Sara blushes and looks over at the bedroom door, which was closed but I hadn't asked why yet, and I'm glad that I didn't, "Really?" I say in disgust, "Them two?"

"Yeah," She says, "Apparently he reminds her of Jeremiah."

"But that's really cute," Alissa says. I look at her confused, then at Sara, "How come you're both so fucking blind?" The words come out of me uncontrollably, the rage settled in and I was tired of hearing them talk so freely about this topic without analyzing anything that Naya is saying.

"For fucks sake guys!" I yell so loud Ash and Naya come out of the room, "What the fuck is going on out here?" Naya asks as she itches her eyes and yawning. I go up to her and face her, "You're fucking him because he reminds you of Jeremiah?" I shout, but I don't wait for a response.

"He was 8 when he disappeared, what the fuck do you know about him huh? You're fucking other people because they remind you of him? How stupid do you think I am to genuinely think I'll believe the fact that Jeremiah and you where fucking when you were 8-" Alissa puts her hand on my lips, covering them, not allowing me to speak.

"Ezie," She says, fear eating her voice, "please stop." She pulls me closer and hugs me. The entire room went quiet. Ash, Naya, and Sara were just staring at Alissa and I as we share this moment together, but my eyes never departed from Naya's.

I see through her eyes, through her lies, through her devious tricks. I see through her, and I don't like who she is, or what she brings to the table. The Naya I knew when I was a kid was kind and caring, and whoever it is wearing her body right now. It is not the Naya that I am fond of, and I hope to God her true colors show soon enough.