Xander

(13)

A few hours ago...

"You know you and I have one thing in common," said Blake out of the blue. All this time the faggot had shut his trap after the 'bitchy ordeal'. I looked at him in perplex and asked hesitantly,"What?"

"We both hate him."

I looked at him suspiciously. What's he playing now? But at the same time, I was suspicious as to what he had to say so with newfound interest, I shot him the one question, I really wanted to know.

"Why?"

"Because he's an ass,"

I snorted, looking at him in disbelief. "An ass? that's why you hate him? Grow up, Blake."

"I'm serious," he said hotly. I didn't want to waste my breath so for the rest of the journey, I ignored him. Suddenly he pulled the car over to a corner.

"What now?" I asked impatiently. Blake looked at me weirdly before reaching for something underneath his seat.

It was a gun.

My eyes widened in shock before I covered it up swiftly.

God, what's this psycho planning?

"You going to kill me?" I asked with an unfazed expression.

"Chill, no one here is dying but they might," he said finally showing me a photo of my siblings on his phone. I gasped looking at the photo of Lucy and the rest of the girls sprawled across a sofa laughing. My heart raced with relief at the sight of them, unharmed.

"When was this taken?"

"Recently"

"So you've seen them?"

"Yes and I can take you to them," offered Blake with a small smile.

"Why are you helping me?" I asked confused.

"Like I said before Xander is a-"

"Bullshit! Now tell me the real reason!" I snapped impatiently.

"I don't have to explain myself to you, besides if you want to see them alive agai-"

"Who wants to kill them?" I asked getting mad at the thought of anybody harming them.

"Isn't it obvious?"

"Tell. Me."

Instead of answering my question he stated quietly, "You just have one task to doThea."

"Who is it, Blake? Tell me, who wants my family dead?"

"Xander."

Flabbergasted, I looked at him with my mouth open. But why? Why would Xander want to kill them now? Now when we were actually close to having to seal the deal we made? Didn't we make a compromise?

But I didn't want to wait to find out.

Blake held out the gun to me, "take it, once he's out of the equation you can go back home" he said in all seriousness.

And so I did.

...

I closed my eyes and braced my self for impact, and fell face forward but was lucky enough to not bust my face with my hands steadying me on the ground. Immediately I heard footsteps approaching towards me fast and a car door click.

Xander crouched down to my level and gave me a hand and helped me stand up.

"Are you okay?" he asked cautiously, eyeing me.

"I'm just peachy," I snapped shrugging his hand off me. But just as he let go, I felt my balance waver and legs tremble.

I hissed in pain as he took hold of my elbow to stop me from falling.

He let go frowning and looked down at the blood on his hands. Ignoring my complaints, he gently took a look at my arm. There was a deep scratch which had blood oozing out nonstop.

"Let's get you inside," he muttered guiding me to the house.

"Blake bring the med kit," said Xander whilst Blake stared at my elbow like there was venom flowing out. He reminded me of that green nauseous looking emoji on my keyboard. I focused on his face instead of the burning pain in my arm and chuckled softly to myself.

"Blake!" snapped Xander taking me out of my reverie, Blake flinched in surprise before going away to bring the medicine.

Great now I don't have anything to look at.

After Blake left, an awkward silence sliced the air.

"Are you high?" asked Xander after a moment or two.

I glared at him.

"What's your problem?" I growled in annoyance.

"Well we're late because of you!" he snapped angrily.

"You should have chosen a less risky dress!"

"That thing cos-"

"-and I don't care!"

"You ungrateful bi-"

"-up asshole!"

"Watch your mouth," he growled.

"Whatever," I snapped throwing my arms out in the air, totally forgetting about my injury. I hissed silently in pain as Xander massaged his temples letting out a sigh in annoyance.

Before he could say anything again, Blake arrived with the first aid kit. Xander bandaged my arm and proceeded to crouch down and lift my floor length dress up to my knees.

At the same time I was gonna slap his hands away Blake shouted, "Whoa whoa whoa wait I'm out! I don't wanna see this, god my virgin eyes" he said covering his eyes and running out of the living room.

By now I was like a beetroot. "What do you think you're doing?!" I asked hotly glaring at Xander swatting his hands away.

"I was trying to bandage your leg."

"You can't just lift and do th-"

"Suit yourself," he said in a monotone and turned his back to me.

Suddenly there was a loud bang and the man who was standing in front of me a few minutes ago was now laying on the ground in a pool of blood.

In cue there was deafening scream slicing the air, I didn't even know it, but my body had worked on its own accord and in no time I was on my knees, crouching before him, eyeing the wound that was seeping out blood...

It took me a few seconds to process that I was the one screaming whilst looking at the gun on my hands in horror, trembling and lightheaded.

I Thea Sanderson just killed a man.

Killed a man.

Killed.

What have I done?

My brain felt like it was about to explode and my heart spasmed in pain. Clutching my head, I rested my head on my knees and let the darkness pull me in into oblivion.

bye bye Xander

*sobs*