Unrealistic Reality

Chapter 16: Unrealistic Reality

Jamie pov

This can't be happening. Did I hear it right? Was Charlie shot? No, this wasn't the plan. He said he'd take care of Chloe, but not to bring himself in danger.

Dumbass.

I have to say, Chloe and Charlie did a great job. I have all the information I need right here. Max has a complicated past, and he is only nineteen years old. Then there is Nathaniel, and his story is something you wouldn't expect.

He was an orphan. He was adopted by Mark, because they needed new people in the gang. When he saw him sitting with his little Gameboy in his hand, Mark knew this guy was smart.

But Mark was even smarter.

Nathaniel didn't chose this life, he was just brought in for it. I have sympathy for him. And, with that said, he is the 'brother' of Elliot. He seems like a nice guy.

Someone too nice for this gang.

Just like Chloe.

Of course, I am worried about Charlie, but what if it was Chloe there? I couldn't bear the thought of her, laying in a hospital bed, with a hole
in her stomach. No, this has to stop.

I can't let her go on like this.

But I couldn't bring her on other thoughts, I just knew her too well for that. She was stubborn as hell, and I admire her for that, but hate her for the same thing.

Now, let's talk about what I found.
There were too many business things in here. Things they stole, things they do and things they found. It was too much to see in one evening, but this was some serious illegal shit.

And then I saw it.

That date of the people who worked the day my dad was murdered.

- Nathaniel
- Mark
- Max
- Some guy named Grey
- Elliot

Wait, Elliot? So he could've been the murderer of our dad?

That bastard!

When I looked closer again, I saw a link to Blood Hounds. I expected this to be harder, but I guess I am just too smart. It is too easy to hack their system. I went through more lists of people I didn't know, and stopped when I saw more names.

The list went on, and now I saw all the people who worked in Blood Hounds.

- Jonathan
- Rider

And the name I was afraid I would see.

There is no way in hell this could be true. No, nope, never. This isn't true.

This is a mistake.

It can't be Charlie.

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Chloe pov

I walked alone in the rain. I guess the sky thought it was funny to make me feel more miserable than I already felt. Since I walked out of the hospital, I had a feeling someone is following me. I looked around again, while I bump into someone.

Stupid me.

He person sneaked a hand around my waist to steady me, and I looked up. It was Nate.

"Nate! I am so sorry how I reacted, I didn't mean it like that." I looked up in his grey eyes, and he stared back in my brown ones.

"It's okay." He whispered trough the rain. "I came to look for you to apologize I didn't tell you about Samuel." His eyes turned sad, but there was a small shining light in them.

His expression suddenly changed as he looked at my hair.

"Since when has your hair blonde parts in it?" he asked curiously.

Shit my wig is falling off.

"Uhm.." I stutter. "Since I died my hair after I went out of the hospital." I said, but it sounded more like a question. Why did he has to be so observant?

"Oh, it's nice. I think you look better as a blonde." He smiled a dorky smile, and I smiled back. That's because I am a blonde, dumbass.

Nate still held my waist, and I looked back in his eyes. The rain had completely drenched us, but I didn't care. There was something about him, something safe. It felt good to be with him.

His dark hair almost fell over his eyes, and his big grey eyes stared back in mine. His muscles aced around my waist, and his body warmth was radiating off to me.

He looked handsome.

His eyes shifted to my lips for a second, but I noticed it. I can't do this, I barely knew the guy. I slowly pushed him off of me, and his eyes went sad.

When I stood on my own, I immediately missed his body warmth.
It stopped raining, but I was still cold. I shivered uncontrollably, and when Nate saw this, he gave me his jacket.

"You need it more than I do" where his words. I thanked him and put it on. It was warmer, but still not warm enough. I walked closer to Nate, and he threw an arm around my shoulder. I laid my head in the crock of his neck and walked close to him. Something suddenly came to my mind, because it was bothering me for a while now.

"Hey, what's the big deal with Max? Why does he acts like he is a jerk, when he just need some friends in reality?" I asked him.

"I think it is like a façade. He doesn't like to show the real him to other people, he's been broken too much times. I am lucky to see the real him, because he doesn't have anyone else. I am his only and best friend. We've been trough so much together, I can't even remember a thing I did without him." The look in his eyes told me it was serious.

Max is lucky to have a friend like Nate. He isn't a person who stays mad for a long time, he is more like the person who apologizes first.

He is the good guy.

And that made me wonder,

Am I a good girl?