Chapter 10:
Lea's POV:
As soon as Ash gets back, I feel relived.
Not because she has bandages, but the fact she made it back okay,
But then a storm comes in with her.
She making Trent of all people stitch her head. Because that's such a great idea. May as well tell Bex to do it herself. I could do it, since my mom has helped me and I stitched up Andrea and Liam so many times, but if I do, Ash will hate me even more.
"I can't do it! You're such a----" Trent starts but I cut them off right there.
"This has to stop right here, right now!" I yell. Poor Bex has to hear this. I know she can because her body winces slightly as I try shutting them up. "Either you get along or you leave while I stitch her up. So what's it going to be?!"
The two of them look at each other for a long time. It's hard to see what they are thinking. These two are the most temperamental people I've met.
"Are you willing to?" Trent says looking to Ash from across the room.
I've realized who Trent reminds me of. Tobias from Divergent. Always throwing out warnings, weird gestures and references, mysterious. He was my favorite character.
It's weird to admit now but in one of my bags I have all of my favorite books. Whenever I have a chance I read them. If I find one I don't have, they go to the collection.
There's one thing to always remember: Even when everything is falling apart you have to hold onto those things that were a part of you. The one part you have to keep for your sanity. The pieces that mean something. The ones that bring you your old happy memories. Those are the most important things. Even if it happens to be a book, an iPod, a notebook, colored pencils with paper, running shoes, a camera. It's still what is left, the things you cherish. It's all you can have to stay sane.
"Are you?" Asks Ash as I snap back into reality. I can't help it that I zone out. It's part of my personality. I think deeper than others do. Honestly, I love that part of me. But at the same time it's a burden.
"Maybe," he continues. "But you can't be such a b--- I mean a brat to me." Then he looks to me. "And you have to respect that I like her. I don't care if you're best friends, or whatever, because I am here for her. We are going to be together. As for Bex, because I know you hear me, try your hardest to watch out."
"Okay. But I'm not saying ill be all happy about you being here. So you get on my bad side one more time..." She mumbles and starts helping me with Bex.
"So. Either you get along or you go." I say as I start grabbing the needle and addressing the wound.
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"L..." Mumbles Bex quietly.
"I really hope we can keep her at a stable rate." Says Trent. Ash rolls her eyes. "What?"
"Well we all do. She's like my little sister." Says Ash putting attitude and a bit of a soft voice into her words,
"Did you get the medication from the hospital?" I ask looking to Ash. Nodding, she gets up, walks to the worn down, bloody, grimy counter, and grabs the medicine from a concealed bag.
"It should last her for a few days. But I think we need to get more. I really don't want to have to get her out of here but it's necessary we leave. I saw a few walking around in the woods not to far. We have a good five miles to that hospital. What do you say?" They nod along. "Trent, get Bex into the car. Ash get yours and Bex's stuff, the not bloody stuff, and we will go. And I'll find somewhere with new clothing and stuff for you to sleep. Promise." I put my pinky out. Ash stares at me weird. "It's a Pinky Promise. You lock pinkos and then jerk down, bonding it as a promise. I did it all the time with my siblings."
"Okay." We lock pinkies and jerk. I have a trust in her now.
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"Guys.... This is my old town.... I lived here.... We lived here, Trent." I look into my mirror and see him smiling at me. We had got the medicine and were going to stay at that hospital but the things we saw.... After ten years... I just can't even go near it. "We can stay here."
I point ahead addressing old memories as we pass them.
I didn't realize how far we had gone from this place to find these guys.
Trent looks up at me, mouthing a thank you.
I'm not entirely sure what I'm being thanked for right now. Was it for making and understanding between him and Ash? Was it finding this place once again? Was it for trusting him when no one else seems to want to? Was it saving his life? Was it bringing him with? Was it falling for him? Was it bringing him to one of the few places on earth that was his real home?
Whatever it was, it was totally worth it.
He's worth it.
Saving these three was worth it.
I'm so scared if loosing people. I can't find the true family I had left, but I guess I have these guys.
We pull up to a familiar seven-bedroom house. I dig around in my bag of books and memories from my old life. A key comes into my hand. We go to the door on the gravel driveway. The cement one leads to the garage in the back.
I turn the key in both locks.
When I walk into the house, everything is as it was. But as I turn my head from looking at the two stair cases, to the living room, a gun is pointed at my head.
"Liam.. Andrea..."
I fall into a huge hug.
To think....
The best place...
Is at home...
~Ammelia
