Little Miss Nosy

Chapter 51- Hope

I never thought I would find darkness so comforting.

I was never one to be afraid of the dark. Uncomfortable, yes. Afraid, no. There was just something about being so vulnerable that I didn't like. Your mind has a funny way of playing jokes on you. How it makes you see things that aren't there, hear things that aren't there, feel things that aren't there.

Never would I think I could feel so comforted by the dark. But as I stay beneath these sheets on this hard mattress, in a house filled with gang members, the darkness was currently my best friend.

The darkness hid you from the light, from the truth. Just a couple months ago, I wanted to know everything. I wanted to know everyone's truths. I didn't want to be in the dark. So I kept digging and uncovered as much as I could. When I started dating Ashton, I thought I had hit a pot of gold. I was happy. He was happy. We were happy.

But life has a funny way of biting you in the ass when you least expect it.

Suddenly, that pot of gold was taken away from me. And it feels like I've hit rock bottom.

My life was better when I didn't know the truth.

Last night, a guy about my age brought me a new set of clothes and a tray of food. I took the clothes happily. The sweat pants and hoody were better than the now blood stained prom dress. The food I didn't touch. The meal looked harmless but I didn't know what Jacob and his friends put in it.

The boy tried talking to me but after about five minutes of me staring at the wall silently, not even nodding at him, he left. He tried to comfort me by saying Jacob wouldn't hurt me. Things I already knew. I wasn't worried about myself though.

I slowly brought the covers down from around my head and looked around. Nothing but the boring, brown walls stared back at me. There was nothing in this room but a twin sized bed, a small table next to it with a lamp on top, a small bathroom, and a window covered by curtains. I tried getting through it but according to Jacob, it was bulletproof. I was facing a forest so the only things that could possibly see my predicament were deer and squirrels. The door stayed locked at all times. There was no possible way of escaping.

I let my eyes slowly travel towards the floor until they landed on Logan's body. I couldn't possibly keep looking at him so I took a sheet off the bed and wrapped his body in it. The wound in his chest wouldn't stop bleeding so now there was a big red stain. Honestly, the scene looked like something from out of a horror movie.

I sat up quickly when I heard the clicking sound of a lock being turned. I held my breath in anticipation, just waiting to see what was on the other side.

The door swung open and in walked Jack; the man I had seen the first time I followed Ashton to that alley. But I also remember him from somewhere else.

I almost smack myself from not realizing this earlier. When I reunited with dad at that cafe, I felt like I was being watched. And I was, by Jack.

He looks at Logan's body and shakes his head solemnly. The pain in his eyes shocks me. He couldn't have actually cared for him, right? Then, his dark eyes turn to me.

"You were watching me," I say shakily. "For how long?"

"On and off for the last couple of months. So was he," he points to Logan. "We started that day you met up with your dad. You looked right at me, but didn't suspect a thing," he chuckles.

AN- Logan was the unknown POV in chapter 26, when Peyton saw her dad again. Nobody figured that out.

I felt a nagging ache in my chest at the mention of Logan. Practically another reminder that he was one of my enemies, at least up until last night.