A Collection of Short/Long Stories I've Written;

Chapter Eight

“I know your secret.”

“What?”

“Don’t play stupid with me.”

“I-I’m not.”

“I’m not stupid. I have eyes.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” November clenched her jaw and she tried to pull her arms free from the boy’s strong grasp. “Get off me, Giles. You’re hurting me.”

“I don’t care!” He growled. “Stop trying to release from my grasp. It won’t work. You’re weak.”

“What are you talking about Giles?” November shouted as she planted her feet firmly into the ground. They were standing on top of a hill and Giles turned the girl around with force so she was standing in-front of him as he opened his mouth.

“You’d think I wouldn’t know you were the missing girl. The mayors daughter.”

“I-I have my intentions for running away.”

Giles snorted. “Like I care about your intentions. I just want the money.”

“What? What money.”

The man impatiently rolled his eyes. “You’d think that with living in the twenty-first-century in a really up-brought manner that you’d have better punctuation and sentence structure as you spoke. Didn’t you ever watch the news.”

“Well yes–”

“Then you’d know that your dad wants you home, November.” Giles replied, talking a small step towards the girl – with not much room to spare between them now.

“I don’t want to go home. I won’t go home.”

“Why? Did your allowance get shortened or something? It must be such a hard life for you.”

November scowled. The feelings she felt for the man were complete hatred and disgust – something Giles found mutual to the girl. He was vile, rude and needed to learn to control his emotions.

“I’m not telling you.”

“Why?”

“I don’t want your pity.”

Confusion rushed through the eyes of the man with dirt coloured features. His brown hair stuck up, in many different directions as the wind had blown through it arriving here with the girl: his enemy. But the emotion vanished from his brown, mud-like eyes nearly as quick as it came and a scowl was put onto his face.

“You better come with me.” He warned in a threatening voice.

“Don’t hold your breath over it.”

Growling in frustration, the guy pulled out a small hand-held gun from his pocket and aimed it at the girl.

“There really is no need to get that out. You want me alive, right? After all, I don’t think the mayor will pay you for his dead daughter. What good is she without her heart beating?”

“I will kill you if I have to.”

“Why?”

“You’re ruining everything.”

“How?” The girl cried.

“I would kill to prove I’m right.”

“Do you really want me dead?”

His face hardened and his jaw clenched. “Yes.”

“In order to prove something.”

“Yes.”

“What?”

Another emotion that November couldn’t quiet describe than through his eyes this time.

“You won’t understand.” He finally replied.

“Tell me.”

“It’s a long story.”

“I have a while. I have a gun pointing to my head.” The girl replied calmly. “I don’t think I will be going anywhere fast.”

“You took everything away from me.”

November thought, and then Drake came to her mind. Gasping in realisation at the fact that she had been spending so much time with Drake he’d been spending hardly any with his best-friend.

“I love Drake, Giles. I know you’re his best-friend. I’m sorry if you ever thought I took him away from you.” She said quietly, feeling guilty at the fact that he was upset because of something she had done and over-seen his feelings. Although she hated him, he was still human and had feelings. Hate was a strong word; but there were two people in the world to whom November did hate.

“I know! I’m his best-friend, and I love him. Love is friendship; friendship is love. He loves me too, you know, he just doesn’t know it yet.”

“L-Love?” November was shocked, as that was not what she was expecting, but it somehow fit into place, like a jig-saw puzzle, finally making everything seem clearer.

“He loves me!” Giles shouted, gripping his hands tighter on the gun. His hands were going white. “Just like I love him.”

“Just remember, Giles,” November replied, glancing at the shiny object in Giles hand. “I’m not scared of you. I’m not scared of dying. Compared to what I’ve already been through, being killed by someone like you seems to be nothing compared to a monster I’ve had to fight.”

“It doesn’t matter to you?”

“No.” November replied simply, watching the tears fall, silently, down the side of Giles face. “It doesn’t matter to me.”

“But what about Drake?”

November shrugged, not feeling a single bit of emotion in her body. She wasn’t scared, frightened, and her heart wasn’t beating fast. “If you love something let it go.”

Giles studied her, trying to catch her bluff; but November wasn’t lying. She was fed up of lying. She’d made up her mind.

 Now that she’d experienced love; she wasn’t afraid of dying.

She knew there would be a few people who would miss her, and to her, it was good enough.

Knowing that someone loved her, knowing that someone was her best-friend, and knowing that someone wanted to lock up the monster that had, originally, made her afraid, was good enough evidence to suggest that her life had something great about it, something worth dying for.

“What about Drake?” Giles repeated, dropping the gun as he fought back more tears; for he was the one who was scared.

“You’ve got to think about that, Giles. It’s in your hands. You say you love him, prove it. Think about his opinion in this.”

Snapping, from anger of the girls words, knowing they were manipulative to him for knowing right away that Drake wouldn’t want this to happen to the girl, he swung his arm out, hitting her with full force into the lung.

November gasped and tried to pull herself forwards, and concentrate on making her breaths even, and not woozy, as she suddenly tumbled down the hill.

If she were to die, she was thankful for the second life that the last few weeks had brought and smiled contently to herself – not concentrating on her breathing, or the angle of her body anymore – she felt the impact and force of the hard ground as she hit the floor, a sickening, deafening crack pierced though her eardrums.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------

Okay so I'm not going to add the last chapter (the next one) until tomorrow to leave it on this cliffhanger. VOTE IF YOU WANT TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS! Sad it's coming to an end! :(