The Dead's Print

Ch. 14~ The Secret Holder

I walked away, Jackson's hand in mine. I couldn't even look at Chelsea right now. After all he's done... After everything he's called her, done to her. We finally forgot about him, but now she wants to pull him back in.

"Alexa, where are you going!" she called, running after me. I yanked my hand from Jackson's, spinning around on my heel toward her. "Don't act like there's nothing wrong with this. Brandon doesn't deserve a second chance. I don't know what made you think it was okay to just-" "Stop!" she cut me off. I tensed. Had she just- "There's isn't anything wrong. Everyone deserves a second chance! You don't have to support me, but I'm not going to just throw my feelings away just because you tell me to. I swear, I love you and your my best friend for life, but the past is the past. You can't just hold onto it forever! I'm trusting him not to make the same mistake. We've been talking alot lately and-" I snorted, giving her a fake laugh. "You have to be kidding me." she scrunched her face at my comment.

"No, it's just a crush. It won't last." I shook my head, sending her shame, and turned back around, taking Jackson along with me. I felt ashamed, myself. I shouldn't have been so cruel, but it was my mind talking. I didn't think about how she was feeling before I spoke, but I was upset. Sure, I might have been over reacting, but what he did... He hit us, picked on us. We were gullible and weak, yet I still did all I could to protect and stand up for her, but she still wants to bring him back into our lives.

I felt Jackson stop and stare at me. I tried to ignore his gaze bit stopped with him and sighed. "Why are you looking at me?" I asked, closing my eyes. "Why are you acting like this?" I heard his voice get rougher. Oh no he didn't. "Excuse me?" I gave him a side glance, beggining to get frustrated. Then, before I knew it, he grabbed me by my waist, pulling me into him and kissed me.

His kiss was passionate, light, soothing. I closed my eyes, taking it in, until I realized what was going on. I ripped my lips from his, walking off. "No... "

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I sat on the couch, thinking through everything that's happened earlier today. The thought of Brandon, the guy who bullied Chelsea, getting in a relationship with her came across my mind. Had she not thought of the consequences? What if he totally blows her off, breaks her heart? What if he abused her? But then again, what if he did the complete opposite? Talk to her, protect her, care for her, maybe even... Love her? How would I react?

The thoughts stirred in my head. I got up and stumbled over to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water. I suddenly felt dizzy. I picked the glass up, bringing it to my lips and sipped the water. An image of Brandon came into mind and my grip on the glass got tighter. Before I knew it, I held on the glass so tight that I actually cracked it a bit. I realized what had happened after I got a cut on my finger from the glass.

"Ugh" I mumbled, mostly to myself. I rinsed my hand, making sure the blood was clear from sight, then dried it. I then heard tiny footsteps come from the hall. I grew tense and almost freaked out until I noticed that Devin's little head popped out from the corner.

"Alexa?" his tired voice rang through my ears. He rubbed his eyes, sleepily, as he made his way to the counter. He climbed up on the bar chair and crossed his arms on the granite counters. "Hey, buddy. Why are you up? He stared at me for a moment, like he didn't know how to answer. He then opened his mouth to speak. "I spoke to the man in your room. He told me you were upset." I froze in shock.

A... A man? Where was this coming from? Had someone broken in? "Devin... What man are you talking about?" I narrowed my eyes at him in suspicion. "The man in the corner. He said he was your secret holder. I think his name was... hm... Oh yeah! The Hammer! He told me-" I cut him off and ran into my room. My eyes scanned the area. No one was there. I checked to make sure the windows were locked and weren't broken. Nothing. Everything was perfectly fine.

What man...

I heard as Devin approached. I turned to him, only to see an evil grin pasted across his face, a hammer in his hand. The same one I injured my hand with. He shoved it into my own, pulling me down to his eye level. He brought his lips to my ear and whispered to me the most creepiest thing I've ever heard. "I told you, this is just the beggining." his voice was solid and deep. Creepy. He released his hold of my shirt and turned to exit. I stared at him in fear, watching him as he left the room.

What the h*ll...

The color drained from my face and my legs went numb. I allowed myself to collapse onto the floor and just sat there, blinking in disbelief. I whipped out my phone and went through my contacts and clicked on his name, sending him my call. I needed him right now.