Getting back the player

Ch. 32 Aim for the soul

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Chapter 32

                Hurt. Betrayed. Shattered. Shocked. Worried. Devastated. Fearful. The words running through my ears from Javier’s mouth scared me more than anything. Will it happen...? The one thing that I very much feared, other than my family dying, could happen if the secret met him. Ignorance is bliss. Maybe because I wouldn’t have to feel the guiltiness of the decision I was already making for keeping the secret. Technically it wasn’t my secret but if I kept the secret, I’d be a hypocrite.

Javier opened the car door me. I only noticed that the ride ended. I walked outside but left my mind in the clouds. I knew Angelica’s secret and another secret that scared me even more. I moved myself to the door and attempted to brush off the thoughts.

 I slouched down with a hand wrapping over my wounded rib. It hurt. I’d grip onto a breath of air longer than I’d usually. He was right. I should head for the hospital before I found it out was more serious than I thought. Using my middle finger I strung the bell and walked on spot.

                “Lexis, I think it’s better if I drive you to the hospital instead of taking you here,” He suggested.

“I’m fine!” I leaped high pitchy with a very light smile.

“Are you sure?”

“Yea, I’ll ask someone else to drop me off. Can’t have camera’s seeing you near me,”

“Alright, but remember the discussion we had. Don’t tell Damon about Angelica,” Javier recited. I looked over my shoulder and dismissed him with one nod. He moved down the street and entered his car. After I heard the car purr and speed past the wind. I sucked in the world’s air supply and kneeled down to the ground, gripping my waist and squeezed my eyes shut.

Owe! Ugh, it’s like the car accident all over again... The reason why I didn’t act injured around Javier is because I didn’t think I should be whining like a baby when he got a bullet and didn’t whine at all. Yes, I know he’s an assassin and he’s probably been through this before and can take a bullet as if it was no more than a scrape; still, I felt like I shouldn’t be complaining. He took a freaking bullet for me! I still can’t get over that! I would have never took a bullet for someone, even if they paid me the amount that Damon paid him! The sound of footsteps moving to the door got me straightened up. The door opened and I met Seth’s mother.

“Lexis!” She cheered “I haven’t seen you for a while! Samantha is in her room.” She was still completely oblivious that I and Sam completely broke off our friendship.

“I actually came for Seth,” I bit my bottom lip.

“Oh, sorry honey, he isn’t here right now. He’ll becoming in a couple of minutes. Hang out with Samantha until he comes or wait in his room,” She suggested.

“Thank you,” I gratefully smiled and took a step inside the house. The moment I stepped inside, Samantha ran down the stairs and met direct eye contact with me. We stood our ground with a long staring contest. Her mother’s eyes would glance between us and assumed it was some kind of inside joke Sam and I had. I walked around her mother and moved past her and up the stairwell. I had no fight left in me for a couple of days. Once I entered the second floor, I instantly spot Seth’s room. If he wouldn’t mind too much, I’d like to destroy that rang expensive. That bastard... He knows I’m the revengeful type. He should have just told me the truth.

                I entered his half unclean room. The bed stood against the left corner of the room, against the window. Some of his clothes were tossed on the ground and his large portrait of the three of us on the wall was dangling on one nail. I could also spot a little crack on the frame. He should have removed that the moment Sam turned like Daphne. I collapsed into his bed and released all that was pain through my expressions. I lay my head down flat on his pillow and stared out at the blank wall, not even bothering to look over the window above. His smell lingered on his bed. The smell struck me down hard into my lungs and into my heart. Every time Seth left, I felt an empty space, a void that was sucking everything around. I missed him... No matter how much I hated him right now.