Unintentional Subject - Book 1 In The Jessie Series

Chapter 45: An Intelligent Idiot

I stayed on my knees, watching the place where Minho was swallowed up by the darkness and mysterious fog.

"He left..." I whispered. "He left me."

I knew we had to get up and move, but I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Minho, the my steady rock had left me. Ditched me, after all his promises and apologies, he left me. Again. I knew it was bound to happen...but this hurt, this hurt more than anything else. Another burn on my broken heart. Thomas kneeling down beside me snapping me out of my despair.

"Jessie?" He asked hesitantly.

"I'm fine," I snapped, "We need to get moving."

The wild animal screaming and the metal on metal and metal on stone was getting louder.

"Are you sure? Jessie, you don't seem okay.." Thomas said again.

"Yeah well, when the person you love and trust the most ditches you because-" I stopped, clamping my jaw closed. I shook my head. I shoved all my emotions back down behind my stone walls again. I got to my feet and turned towards Alby.

"Come on! We gotta get moving." I said sharply.

I grabbed my bag and bow again, throwing them over my shoulders. Thomas sighed and we grabbed Alby and hulled him up. We started down the hall, away from the noise. It was slow going. Alby felt even heavier. My legs and back hurt from being in the maze all day already.

"Is there any place to hide him?" Thomas asked.

I shook my head. Not talking, trying to conserve energy and breath.

"Come on Jessie, there isn't anywhere to hide him?" Thomas asked again.

I growled. I stopped and let Alby slid to the ground. I spun towards him.

"Look here shuck face! This is my third year stuck in this hell hole, I've run this place for three years! I know every single inch, crack and crevice in this godforsaken place, if there was a place to hid him I'd sure as shuck would tell you!" I snapped, poking him in the chest. "It's all stone, stone wall after stone wall, some covered in moss some covered in ivy." I cried, throwing my hands around, spinning in a circle to prove my point.

He had stopped listening and was wondering away.

"Where the hell are you going?" I fumed.

He turned to look at me over his shoulder. He had a look of confusion, but his eyebrows were pulled together, he was chewing his bottom lip and his eyes were glassy and had a far away look. He was thinking through something. I was frustrated and irritated, but I stayed quiet, letting him work through whatever he was thinking. It gave me a few minutes to catch my breath.

"...Ivy.." He muttered.

I groaned again. "What about it, shuckface?"

His eyes snapped to mine, if it was possible I heard the pieces of the puzzle snap into place and I swear I saw a light bulb flicker on above his head.

"We use the ivy and send him up the wall. Hid him in the ivy." He exclaimed, his eyes lit up, as he turned to the patch of ivy beside him, stepping over to it. I left Alby laying in the middle of the hall and came to stand beside Thomas. I crossed my arms and looked at the wall covered in ivy.

"How exactly do we use the ivy to help, Greenie?"

"Give me a minute."

"We don't have a minute."

"Okay...well...the Ivy is thick like rope..."

I nodded.

"Okay...we tie it around him and get him up the wall..."