Too Young

Go Time

She actually swung the scalpel at my neck. I threw my arm up and blocked her and she cut that instead. It hurt like a bitch but the adrenaline quickly took over it. I was ready to beat this bitch like no other. Ive been holding back for too long.

I smacked the scalpel out of her and pushed her down and fell on top of her. I was holding the hand with the syringe down with one hand and punching her in her face with the other. I swung my foot up and stomped her wrist and the syringe slid out of her grip easily.

I kicked it under the bed and drug her by her hair like she did me when I was 10. I started beating her like she did me. I even kicked her so hard in  the face blood poured from her mouth and nose.

That pissed her off soo bad.

She got up and hit me and my stomach so hard i fell to my knees. She swung her foot at my face but i grabbed it and pulled her leg so she fell. I got ontop of her and slapped her and started hitting her.

It seemed like we was fighting for forever.

Finally the door burst open and Andrew ran to me and grabbed me and pinned me against the wall, while secuirty dragged my mom out the room and closed the door.

"LET ME GOOOO! I WANT TO BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THAT BITCH! LET ME GO! FUCK HER THAT STUPID ASS SLUT! ANDREW GET OFF OF M-"

I was cut off because he pressed his lips to mine with force. I was shocked and didnt kiss him back but he didnt move his lips. I kissed him back and he loosened up and we started kissing slowly and softly. Our lips was moving in sync. Everything around me paused. Everything that used to matter, it dont matter no more. I fell in love with my bestfriend right at that moment.

He took me from the wall and laid me on the bed and got ontop of me and kept kissing me touched my arm and i called out in pain. He looked down at it and got up.

"i'll go get the doctor, i'll  be back"

I nodded and touched my fingertips to my lips. It was like electricity. I had butterflies in my stomach. Ive never felt this way ever. I remembered when i was in the coma.

*flashback*

"alex. alexxxx. alex please. alex please come back to me. alex wake up"

Andrew POV**

If i lost her i would surely loose my mind. Ive been in love with this girl since she came to my doorstep all nervous. Asking me to take her to the grocery store. Try being secretly in love with someone for 4 years and having them die 3 times in 1 day. Ive never felt soo empty.

She suddenly breathed out. I looked at her teary eyed.  She stretched and opened her eyes like she only just took a nap.

"Hey you" she said smiling at me.

"Hey" i said smiling a little smile but really its taking everything in me not to kiss this girl.

*end of flashback*

The doctor put stitches in my arm and wrapped it up. I still cant believe she tried to fucking kill me. I have to get out of this hospital. She knows I know for sure. But even before that, she knows something that I dont know she knows. Why else would she try to kill me? Her and John were finally ahead of me.

Andrew left. Natalie was having pains and her mom was at work. He told me to not do anything stupid cause hes bringing Natalie right up here to get checked out.

When i looked out the window and saw his car pull out i knew i had only a good 20 minutes.

I jumped in the shower and jumped right back out. I got dressed in MY clothes and put on my dads baseball cap to hide some of my face. I put on a hoodie and put the hood over my head and slid out the room door. 7 minutes and he'll be here.

I ran down the hall to the entrance. 5 minutes.

"Alexandra" it was the weird man that helped me and Andrew. He handed me keys and my phone. I smiled and ran out the door searching for the car in a hury. 2 minutes.

I pressed the button on the key in the car was parked right at the entrance. I ran with all the strength in me. I still felt really weak. I jumped in the car and right as I did Andrew pulled in. I sat there and gathered myself.

"Okay, i got another good 20 minutes before Natalie is admitted to the hospital and he comes and checks on me" i said out loud.

I started the car and drove to a hotel next to the hospital. I went in with a duffel bag that was in the passenger seat in the car already.

"Hi i want to rent a room"

"for how long?"

"atleast a month"

"so you will be leaving on the 18th of next month?"

"thats the plan"

"and who is the room going under?"

I stood there and looked through the bag and saw money. Lots of money. Clothes for me, and a slip of paper.  Charles Davis. No. It cant be Uncle Charlie. I havnt seen him since I was 4.

"um charles davis."

"oh! yes. he said to be expecting you, here is the key."

I grabbed it and went to the top floor and opened the door. There was dry erase boards, documents, files, maps, drawings, medical records, everything. I was here to plan a murder.

In about 3 minutes Andrew will be blowing my phone up. I took that time to look through the duffle bag and sort everything out.

*phones rings*

"um hello?"

"COME BACK RIGHT NOW! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING! YOU DO REALIZE YOU ARE SERIOUSLY FUCKED. YOU JUST GOT OUT OF A COMA"

"ANDREW SHUT UP BEFORE ANYBODY HERES YOU!! I'LL BE BACK. COVER FOR ME. OKAY?"

"you got 20 minutes to be back here."

"im going to need 2 hours"

"no. fuck no. Im coming to get you."

"no. 2 hours exactly from now i will be laying in that hospital bed"

"unharmed?"

"unharmed."

I hung up and read what was on the board already.

-PLAN FOR THE 18TH-

*JULIE AND JOHN KNOWS NOW, THAT EVERYTHING FROM THE BLACK BOX IS MISSING.

*JOHN IS STILL HERE, JUST HIDING.

*IF NOT PLANNED AHEAD AND GET AHEAD OF EVERYTHING, YOU WILL BE KILLED ON YOUR BIRTHDAY.

I started writing and planning things out.  I need a gun.

I looked around the room and found a suit case. I looked through it and found everything that was used to murder my dad. I was going to murder John & my mom. But only one of them deserved this way of death. One of them is more responsible. I have to find out who.

I had an hour till Andrew sent the US Navy to find me. I ran out the hospital and into the car. I drove to uptown like I did last year for Thanksgiving. I went in the nursery home and walked straight in, striaght to room 14.

"oh Alex! its soo good to see you"

I put on a fake smile and sat down.

"Hi Mrs. Johnson. How are you? "

"Good, what brings you here sweety?"

"I wanna get straight to it. I want to know Johns childhood and why hes soo fucked up"

His mother instantly stopped smilling and sat back in her bed.