Secret Rejection

The Rogues

 I know I updated yesterday, but I decided to post this chapter today. (: 

*****BTW, sorry for any spelling mistakes if you see one. I didn't do a last minute edit on this chapter like I usually do for all my chapters. *****

Savor this chapter. Who knows when I'll update again.

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"So, what you're trying to say is that everyone is in the pack house?" I questioned for the hundredth time. This was all too confusing. Why would they be in the pack house? How could we have not noticed that they were in the pack house? We were in the fucking backyard moments ago! How had we not sensed anything?

Lizzie was rushing ahead of me at the speed of a rhino and shouted to me, "Yes!" for the hundredth time. It still didn't make sense. 

We reached the clearing to the backyard and the mess from the ceremony was still there, along with the one chair Lizzie had set upright. We walked right pass it and headed for the back door to the kitchen.

"Hey, you think they're making sandwiches in there? I'm kinda hungry." I commented. 

Food isn't wasted on the dead, the voice said.

"I'm not dead!" 

Lizzie paused to look at me weirdly before turning the knob of the door and entering the kitchen. I followed her. We were met by complete darkness. It was black at its finest. The door shut behind me and I took a step forward, spinning around. "Lizzie?"

"I'm sorry." Lizzie said.

For what? I was about to ask when I felt movement beside me. "Liz-" I didn't get to finish my sentence. Something hit my head with the force of a a metal baseball bat making contact with a brick wall. I immediately went down, the blackness of oblivion sucking me in.

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My head was ringing by the time I finally decided to open my eyes. I moaned lowly and subconsciously reached a hand to my forehead. My fingers came away sticky with partly dried blood. Ugh.

I didn't know where I was, but I had a feeling it was a closet. I was sprawled on the floor and multiple jackets and coats hung above me in disarray. Not to mention the space was undeniably small. My dress was bunched up to my thighs and I smoothed it down, my finger trailing over a rip in the red fabric. 

Lizzie! That bitch! She knocked me out and ran for it!

Angered, disappointed, and in utter disbelief, I picked myself up. The world spun for a few seconds and I thought I was going to go down again. But just as quick, my mind orchestrated itself and I outstretched my hands, blindly fumbling for the doorknob. Why didn't we have lights in the closet? Did no one think a situation like mine would occur? I was going to have to bring this up with Xander to be examined and fixed. 

That is, if you even do save them. But, judging by how you're doing so far, I'd say you're as good as dead to them, the voice mocked in my head.

I squeezed my eyes shut in frustration. Why couldn't the voice just disappear? I finally had Nate by my side, so why was it bothering me to the brink of death? 

I didn't dare open my eyes until my hands clasped around the doorknob. I twisted it harshly and opened the door, allowing a bit of light to seep in. What time was it? 

I stepped out into full view, only to freeze in my steps. My heart stopped for a full second before starting it's rhythmic beating again. Except it was going a pace that was too fast to be normal. All my muscles locked in place and my breath caught.