The Mistake [Norman Reedus] Book One {{COMPLETED}}

Chapter 48

NORMAN'S POV:

That night, Rugger wouldn't stop whining for some reason.  Me and Grace couldn't figure out what was wrong with him, and Sean volunteered to keep him for the night and try and inspect what was bugging him.

Me and Grace laid there, in the silent darkness.

At some point, she had locked her eyes to the roof of the tent, and didn't move, breathe, or blink.  I was guessing that she was letting her thoughts take over for a while.

I rested my arm on Grace's stomach that steadily rose an fell with every slow breath she took, and I stared at her face intently from my position on my pillow.  I didn't know what else to do.

"You know, I think you should wear that necklace." I said, trailing my hand down and pulling out the necklace from her pocket.  I saw her put it there.

Grace still didn't move.

I held it in my hand, twirling the gold chain around my fingers, examining the blue stone with Never written on it, until she took a deep breath and turned herself towards me.

"I kissed Austin." She spat out.

I gave a chuckle, "Okay, why did you need to tell me that?" I furrowed my brow.

"That night.  The night when I ran away.  I ran away because I didn't want to tell you.  I was too scared." She explained, her voice flat and steady.

"Well, if it was just a kiss, I mean, that was a while ago--" I began.

Grace interjected me, "No, it wasn't 'just a kiss.'  It was like this."

Slamming her lips to mine, her hands gripped my shirt.

And all I could think while this was happening was, Why.  I mean, if she really loves me, then why has she kissed other guys three different times?

After she kissed me, I really didn't know how to respond.  Neither did she.  So we both acted like nothing happened.

She didn't look at me for the rest of the night, and I had a restless sleep.  Tossing and turning, annoyed by every gust of wind that whistled by, wanting to shoot every single cricket and bug that made the slightest chirp.  It was horrid.

I was awake when the sun peered over the mountains, and awake when Rugger climbed onto my pillow, forcing me to sleep further down; off my pillow.

I was on the verge of sleep, hoping I could at least get an hour in when a loud bell snapped me from my semi-peaceful state.

"Wakey-wakey!" Paris's voice made me wince and Grace began to stir.  With another loud shout from Paris, Grace and Sean were both up, and I was trying to cover the light with my pillow once they opened the tent door.

"Wake up." Sean groaned, throwing a pillow at me.

I grunted and stood up.

"How are we going to work this out?"  I asked, pulling my black shirt back on.

"We'll see." Grace said, pulling on her black boots and walking out to face the crowd of people gathering. 

Sean followed her and I was last, zipping the tent closed after Rugger stumbled out.

"So, once we get there, Grace, Sean and Norman will lead us to the main center.  Where the leader is.  We'll take him out, and then move out to the others.  Got it?" Paris explained.

People nodded with approval and gave impressed glances towards each other.

"Ammunition and weapons are in my tent. Breakfast will be in five. Lets gear up, and we'll all meet in Allen's tent to eat." Paris ordered.

Everyone filed out to strap on as much protection the could get, and we followed the crowd.  Rugger trailed closely behind Grace and she giggled back at him.

Once we got to the tent, we helped each other strap gun holsters to our legs, shoulders, and waists, and strung ammo over each other like sashes.  It was fun until we were reminded we were going to Adin.  

We all thought we did a pretty good job, and stepped back to look at each other.  And as soon as we did, we all burst out laughing.

Grace's gear was big, and she was about to topple over any second.  Sean's was all backwards, and mine were either upside down, empty, or to small.

We took them off and asked for help from one other guy, and after, we all walked to Allen's tent to eat.

I was starving since I was awake all night and even though there was only some semi-dry oatmeal, I choked half of it down before Grace stopped me.

"Slow down!" Grace chuckled, taking a small bite of her's.

I shook my head with a small smile.  "Nah, I'm hungry." 

Grace finished half of her oatmeal and then looked around.  Then, surprising me, she set her bowl down as Rugger gobbled up the rest.

I didn't want her to starve or get hungry so I handed her the rest of mine but she rejected.

"You said you're hungry.  Eat." She rejected.

"Take it.  The last thing I need is you collapsing again." I ordered.

But her stubbornness kicked in and she stood up, walking out while Rugger followed closely behind her.  

I sighed, looking back down and limply putting the paper bowl back on my lap, worried for her.  

My thoughts were cut in by Paris yelling for everyone to get in the cars.  I swallowed the rest, the oatmeal sticking to my throat as it went down, and got up to walk to the cars.

I saw Grace already climbing in, Rugger being carried back to our tent by a women named Carrie, and Sean listening to Paris talk.

I jogged to the car, a gun holster bouncing on my side, and piled in after Grace.

It was a large, black hummer and the back seats had been ripped out and replaced with nothing but floor.  Most-likely so more people could fit inside.

We managed six in the back and two in the front, and the second car had five people in all.

Grace was at the very back and I was sitting next to her.  Sean was across from us, and grace had her head down buried in her knees.

"So, about Adin.  You think we are going to--" I began.  But the reason I stopped was because I heard Grace make a noise that sounded like a sob and a yell of pain at the same time.

"You alright?" I asked.

She froze, and I noticed she began to shake, more sobs and yells coming from her.

I didn't know what was happening, so I put my hand on her back and my other hand in front of her shoulder so I could lift her head up.

And when I did, I had wished I didn't.  Because all I saw was red.  

With a knife in her right hand, an empty knife holster on her waist, and a bloody wrist, she looked up at me with horror.

"No." She choked.

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