Betrayal

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" THERE! OVER THERE!" Christine James yelled out.

The driver and Christine's partner Ashton Irwin who sat next to him, looked at each other quickly to share a confused look before going back to searching for the black Lamborghini. Luck was not on the men's side because Christine saw them.

"EYES ON THE ROAD IDIOTS!" She screamed at them.

"Wow" She whispered to herself, a mix of annoyance, disappointment and sarcasm flowing throughout her words. "I made the right choice choosing these idiots to help me on this mission(!)"

Slowly, she made her way to the doors of the spy designed Jeep, and flung them open. Once inside and once the doors were closed, she walked over to a small, light brown draw, and pulled out an old, worn down journal. Christine grabbed a pen and sat down. The young woman started to write.

Friday 13th, September, 2035

Every minute I spend hunting him down, the feelings that I once felt are getting stronger and stronger. I hate the way I still seem to remember everything about him but, at the same time, I also kind of like it. I like the way I remember the way that his skin always looked so pale and the way it always felt so soft under touch. The way his eyes held many secrets and the way his beautiful thin lips threatened to spill them.

Not only that but I miss the way we always used to go for long walks along the stone covered beach and watch the sunset. Then before we snuck on top of the roof to watch the world awake to the delicate and colourful sky at dawn, we would lay in each others arms and spend the time whispering secrets and 'I love you's' between quick, soft kisses.

We were so young but so in love. And, to be completely honest, I think I still love him. I still love him.

However, I know with every glance and every second of being far and near I fell even more into the danger zone. The danger zone that was bathing in betrayal. I can never do that again.

She was cut off by explosion like sound which shook the whole vehicle around. Suddenly, the doors slid open to expose a smirking Ashton. Christine slammed the book shut and hid it quickly behind the chair. The young man with light brown hair and an extremely pale body that was covered in scars and a huge purple bruise on his right cheekbone, started to speak.

"They're dead."

A/N 

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