Chapter 8
I stared at him blankly and confused. My eyes grew as soon as he said that and I had absolutely no words to say. Well, not that I could even say any words due to me being sick. “Whose blood was it?” My voice was cracking but I could still speak a little.
“I don’t know. It maybe was that dudes in there but it could have been his friends too.” He says casually wiping the blood off.
I blinked a couple times sinking in what he was saying. Did he seriously just murder those guys in that house?
When I didn’t say anything he looked over at me. “Do you think I killed those guys in that house?” He asked in a raspy voice. How does someone so horrible, sound so sexy? I looked at him and nodded. When he looked straight ahead he sighed a little. “I didn’t kill them. Well at least I don’t think… I usually don’t murder people that easily…”
I noticed him saying he USUALLY don’t murderer guys.
“I just beat the shitt out of him and his friend and made them both unconscious. He might have been bleeding and it got onto my clothes and stuff.” He says in a normal tone. How could he be so calm?
I stare at his shirt that I now realized had some blood stains on it. “Why?”
He looked over at me and smirked. “Now I’d rather not tell my lady about what I do.”
I hushed up quickly not saying anything. Sometimes what he says makes me grow quiet and I have nothing to say. He’s got that effect on me. He kept driving and soon his phone rang again. I hoped to God that it wasn’t another guy that he needs to almost kill.
“Hello?” He answers. “Yeah, taken care of…” He listens to them speaking and a chuckle escapes his lips as his other hand was on the steering wheel, driving. “That mother fuckerr thinks he could get away with it.” He says as he listens to the person talking through the line. “I know, I know.” He then looked over at me as if they were talking about me. “Yeah she’s hot.” Oh. “No you can’t have her!” He says playfully as he had a slight grin on his face. “Alright, alright deuces.” He puts his phone in the cup holder and glances over at me.
“What?” My voice was cracking horribly. It sounded like I was dying or something.
“Is it a crime to look at you babe?” He asks laughing.
I sighed and when my voice wouldn’t come out this time, I quickly wrote something down on the whiteboard. After writing what I wanted to say, I realized we were at his house. He began taking his seatbelt off. I showed him what I wrote and he read it.
‘You just beat up someone and possibly killed them! I’m freaking out’
“I actually I just beat up TWO someone’s.” He winked. I practically scoffed looking away. I took the seatbelt off and began opening the door with the bag with my medicine and the whiteboard in my hands. “Babe, I’ll take those for you.” He held onto all my stuff and began walking in front of me.
He’s officially psycho. I think I should ask Brandon or Alex if he went to a mental hospital recently.
We walked inside and Braydon ran to Justin with his cute little body of his. “Daddy!” He squealed.
“Hey little man.” He says messing with his hair.
“What’s going on, where’d you both go?” Alex asks as he turns his head from the TV to over at us.
“I took her to the doctor this morning since her throat got worse.” He explained. “She apparently has Laryngitis or something like that.”
I dazed away from their conversation after Braydon gasped at me. “You went to the doctors? The doctors are scary.”
I laughed a little as I squatted down to his level. I tried to speak but my voice cracked. Crap, how am I supposed to talk to him. I began doing hand signals about my throat and the kid was smart and soon catched on.
“You can’t talk?” He gasped again. I’m not going to lie his gasping is adorable. “Did the doctors do that?” He whispered with his hand over his mouth in surprise.
I laughed and shook my head. “No.” My voice was croaky.
“You just talked!” He grinned.
“I can’t—ta—lk—oo—mu.” I meant to say, ‘I can’t talk too much’ but it sounded like my voice was breaking off.
Suddenly, Braydon hugged me around the neck, embracing tightly. It was almost the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. I hugged back. “It’s okay Lyra. Take some medicine and you’ll be okay.”
I looked up at Alex and everyone staring at me and Braydon. Justin’s mouth dropped and he looked at me, shocked. “Wha—?” I ask.
Nobody said anything. I got up and mess with Braydon’s hair. “So, um…” Justin trailed off feeling a tiny bit nervous. He scratched the back of his neck. “What are we doing today?”
“I don’t know. But I got a call from Derek earlier.” Brandon spoke up.
“He wants us at Miami. By two days.” Alex explained.
“Alexis, can you take Braydon into his room?” Justin asks trying to hint something. She quickly takes Braydon and brings him to his room while I stood there, listening. “So what’s going on? Why does he need us?”
“Marcie needs help stealing these diamonds at this guy’s house and we’re the only ones that are permitted.”
“So, these diamonds… I’m not doing shitt unless we get part of the money.” Does he mean robbing diamonds?
“Yeah, of course we’re getting part of it. What do you think?” Brandon says jokingly.
Justin only shrugged. “So are we in?” Alex asks them both.
They think about it for a while. “Yeah… I guess so.” Justin says.
“Well we need to get packed now and leave in an hour.” Alex says looking at the clock. Justin nods and turns around and takes my hand leading me to his room.
“Where—we—goi.” I tried to say.
“Miami.” He winked. He took out a large bag. “Here, put your clothes in here. Bring enough clothes for a couple days.”
I nodded and took the bag. I really didn’t want to go and rob someone’s place for diamonds. That’s bad. What if we get caught? Wait—what if we get caught?
Wouldn’t that mean the cops would recognize me as the person missing and take me home? YES. I have to get them caught. I have to do anything in order for the police to see what they’re doing.
“Is there something you’ve got to say Lyra?” He asked me. Damn it. He always can tell when I’m thinking about things.
I bit my lip nervously before pushing him gently against the wall and attaching my lips to his. It was 20 second make out. His lips were so soft and his kisses were gentle yet passionate.
Probably have been on many girls though… When I let go he was staring at me with his hazel eyes. His hands that were gripping onto my waist were let go and we didn’t say anything. We just stood there for a couple seconds staring. I awkwardly tucked a piece of strand of my hair behind my ear and walked over to the dresser.
I continued into putting my clothes in the bag while I felt Justin stay in the same position that I left him. After a minute he strolled out of the room and slammed the door shut. I winced a little as soon as the vibration of the door slamming hit my body.
Was he angry that I kissed him? Most guys actually would have liked that. Am I that bad of a kisser that he got really mad at me for kissing him?
That's what I'm thinking so far.
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