The New Truth

Chapter 9

"James?" I asked, warily. "What are you doing here?"

"I came to get you." He said, advancing towards me, with his standard smirk. He wore a black leather jacket over a white t-shirt accompanied by black skinny jeans.

Young blocked the way. He was at least twenty feet taller than me. Just kidding, I think he's thirty feet taller. Because of his tall frame, I had to peek from his side to see James.

"Can you move?" A shorter James asked. I found that quite surprising. James was one of the most tallest people I had seen in my entire life. Young was probably an inch or two taller than him.

"Make me." Young said, as he folded his hand over his chest.

"I'm down for it, you giraffe." James said, the smirk still not off his face. I heard a few girls from the crowd giggling. Mr. Lachowski shushed them.

"Move back." Young turned and whispered to me. I obeyed him and moved towards where Mr. Lachowski stood. He seemed a bit stressed. And solemnly did he seem like that.

"What's going on, Mr. Lachowski?" I asked him.

"You'll see."

I turned around to see Young taking his fist to James' face. He stumbled back slightly, I flinched. James still had that smirk on his face. And a black eye.

They punched each other, and I think Young even did some Taekwondo move on him. It looked like something out of a movie, but without the sound effects and transitions.

After about 15 minutes of kicking and punching each other, a wounded James finally got to me. He kept his hand on my shoulder and leaned in to whisper something in my ear. I didn't move a bit, as I was afraid of him now. Nor did anybody else.

Suddenly, Young ran at the speed of light and forcefully threw his hand on James' hand. I knew what had happened.

I felt The vibration of James' bone breaking. His hand fell off my shoulder as he clutched it and groaned.

"Are you kidding me?" James said, as Young folded his arms over his chest, and stood in front of me, like before.

James was still groaning, clutching his arm. He bit his already injured lip, and I knew he was trying to hold in his tears of pain.

"So, tell me, why are you here?" Young asked James. The whole crowd fell quiet.

"I came to get her. She belongs at Platina. Not here." James said, as he tried to stand up straight. What's Platina?

"You don't get to chose that. We got her first. She's ours." Young replied, calmly.

I stepped into their conversation.

"Can you stop talking about me like I'm an object?" I told both of them. They both looked at me.

"Adriana. Listen to me." James said turning towards me. I looked at Young briefly, to notice him staring at me with no expression. I looked at James again.

"If you come with me, I'll give you everything you want. You always think your mother doesn't love you. I can make her love you. All you have to do is come with me. And I'll give you all your answers." The thought of Diane ever loving me, was too good to be true. But, I would do anything for Diane to love me. Anything.

'Don't say anything to him.' The voice in my head said. It was unmistakably Young. But how is he in my head?

I looked at him. He still didn't have any expression on his face. But I was sure he was somehow telepathically communicating with me.