Two Moons

Chapter Thirty

Lucas

"You sure about this?" I ask her, my speech muffled in her hair. She looks up at me breathless.

"Definitely," May nods her head.

"We'll go slow at first, then we can get faster if you want. Your own pace. I promise," I tell her, smiling.

"I won't get hurt. I got this," she grins.

"Is this your first time?" I wonder.

"What, driving a super expensive car? Yes," she admits.

"You'll get it," I reply, handing her the keys. She puts them in the ignition, starting the car. She carefully steps on the gas, cruising slowly down the street. A small smile appears on her face, and she speeds up a little, then turns the corner onto the next street. It is truly a beautiful sight to see. She's happy. Beyond gorgeous.

"I feel like a celebrity in such an expensive car!" She exclaims, laughing. I chuckle.

"On a rather serious note, Maya texted me our old code for emergency. She said she had to talk to me," May tells me.

"What could she want?"

"Honestly, I don't know. She could be playing a prank on me, or have an important question on how to get Jared into bed with her, but I wouldn't let that happen," May glances over at me, my hands clenched tightly, white skin at the knuckles.

"You want to stop by a gas station to fuel up and get some food?" I suggest.

"Sure," May deftly turns into the station, stopping at pump five.

"It's closed. Huh, that weird. But there is a car here without anyone in it. That's strange. They can't be inside it's," May tries to open the door to the shop, "locked." She sidesteps me, her eyes focusing in on the license plate. It reads MAYALUV.

"That's Maya's car," May furrows her eyebrows. She slowly steps towards the car, but I stop her and push her behind me in case anything happens, and keep my hand entwined with hers. She sees Maya before I do, blood around the corners of her mouth, eyes closed, and hand over her stomach. May gasps, eyes bulging, tears down her face.

"Maya!" She shrieks, running to her body. "You're still alive, come on, come on. Breathe! God dammit, wake up!" A small, flutter. A tiny flutter in Maya's eye, causing May to look up, and look at me.

"Call someone."

May

She was alive. I knew it. How she could survive wolfsbane and silver at the same time, I don't know. But it's a miracle.

"Maya Walters family?" A nurse calls out into the writing room. I stand up and Lucas follows, taking my hand.

"Immediate family? Or are you married?" She glances down at my finger and frowns. I blush, and reply.

"No, I'm the closest family she has. Family is...gone," I settle. The nurse eyes me suspiciously, then nodding her head. "Follow me." We follow her down then long, white hallway. I take deep breaths so I can tell myself Maya is fine. But that question that has been bothering me all day keeps popping up in my head.

Why was she stabbed?

"You must understand that Maya is in extensive pain. Now, I got a doctor who understands your kind, but he said it would take a long time to heal. She will be brutally honest, happy, and bipolar due to drugs. She is alive and breathing, and will not die anytime soon due to this specific injury. It's truly a miracle," she adds, and stalks off to another room. I close my eyes and breathe in, and out. In, and out.

"It's okay, I'm here if you need me," Lucas assures me. I nod, focusing on the positives. Slowly, I grab the door handle and twist it, popping the door open. I push the door, letting me see inside. Maya is on her bed, reading a magazine.

"Maya?" I softly call out. Maya's eyes snap up from her gaze and a wide smile comes over her face.

"May! Come here!" She cheers. I cautiously walk inside, Lucas at my heels.

"They gave me something in my water pouch and now I'm suuuuuuper happy!" I smile, knowing she's okay. "Oh, I texted you and put 911 on because I know something! There's a mole but its someone you trust. I know I kept saying she, but I forgot who she was. They are giving Derek the run down of where you are. But I forgot who it was. Weird, huh?" Maya smiles. My jaw drops. A mole? Who would have betrayed me and told Derek where I was? Why?

"Wait, Maya, think really hard. You were going to tell me who the mole was. I know you know who she is," I beg, and plead for her to remember.

"I don't know. But yeah. I love drugs!" She chants, laughing. Lucas puts a warm hand on my back.

"Maya, I know you're tired and hurting, but I'm in danger if you don't remember," I touch her arm, praying for any kind of miracle or sign about who it could possibly be. I look down at her and she's passed out, her mouth open and her soft snores filling the room. I sigh, all hope gone and drained from my body.

Is it Lena?

Is it Chloe?

Is it Sydney?

I trust them all, they've been by my side since day one. Could they betray me like that enough to kill me? What did I do to them?

I hate not knowing. I hate that I am in constant danger and I am always putting someone else in danger. I hate that people want to help me when they could get hurt because of me. Me.

I hate that they could get killed and I would be there, perfectly there, even though this isn't their load to carry. It's mine.

I hate that I have to chose between Jared and Lucas. They are the best two mates but I can't stand that.

I hate the fact I can't trust anyone anymore. I can't trust any of my friends, except for those who are male.

I hate that people are getting killed, and that Maya can't remember.

I hate Derek and how he's inflicting emotional and physical pain.

I hate that I can't even go to school because of Derek.

I hate that I can't go anywhere without someone there to make sure I don't get hurt.

I hate it.

I hate everything.

I hate it.

I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it.

I hate it.

I

Hate

It

I hate myself.

Okay, now trust me, she is not suicidal or going to be depressed. She's just going through a hard time right now. Obviously.
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