The Gang Leader's Girl

20. Late Night Conversations.

"Everyone has their own ways of expression. I believe we all have a lot to say, but finding ways to say it is more than half the battle."

- Criss Jami

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I laid in bed that night staring up at the walls, my eyes didn't dare shut. My body was still in full panic mode, I've been home for around four hours and as far as I know, Axel nor Rylan have come home yet. I figured I would have heard Axel walk up the stairs or shut his door but every once in a while I would get out of bed and knock on his door just to be sure he hadn't sneaked in without me knowing.

Shouldn't he be home by now? He should definitely be home by now.

My brain has this really bad habit of jumping to the worst possible scenario, so It was no surprise when thoughts of them being detained behind bars or even worse, lying somewhere hurt on the mountainside struck through my head like lightning.

They're okay, I kept reminding myself.

The girls and I waited downstairs for hours, hoping they'd walk through the door at any moment but they never did. Camila was the first to leave, she wanted to spend time with her brother before trying to sleep. Kina went to her room shortly after that, she could barely keep her eyes open. I would have still been down there if it wasn't for Rose telling me I needed to get some sleep.

I was confused as to how Axel has lived here for seven years and Rose seemed to be oblivious as to what is going on here, under her own roof. A part of me believes she knows what Axel has gotten himself into but she turns a blind eye. I mean, how can she not know? I've heard her ramble on all the time about the police showing up to drop off Axel.

I should really sleep, I had to be at the cafe in two days and the last thing I need is to have an abnormal sleeping schedule. But between the scare of today, the boys not returning, and the memories of the man in my room I couldn't sleep.

Ever since I walked in on someone breaking into my room I've been terrified to fall asleep in here, I couldn't help but think, what if they break in while I'm asleep? I still don't understand how they got up here, I know they had a rope but my window was closed. How could anyone humanly open a window that's on the third floor? Not to mention the rope was tied to the windowsill, indicating the person was already in my room beforehand.

So the only logical explanation I could think of was they must have walked through the front door, right?

Either way, it was enough to ensure sleepless nights for me, not like I would want to sleep anyway. My nightmares have been taking their toll too, but really, they weren't nightmares. They were more of memories, flashbacks of the horrible people I've encountered, everything they've done to me. My own head was forcing me to relive my torture every night like once wasn't enough.

I tossed and turned in my bed, constantly pulling the blankets over me and then moments later kicking them right back off. I huffed and puffed and tried readjusting my pillows at least twenty times but I still couldn't get comfortable.

The sound of the single gunshot still echoed in my ears, did Axel shot Noah? Surely he wasn't that stupid to kill Noah, Axel was a lot of things but dumb wasn't one of them. I still couldn't help but wonder why Rylan would run into the woods after knowing what was happening, it was like it was second nature to him. As far as I knew, he wasn't apart of Black Spades, Rylan was the star of the freaking school's baseball team for the love of God! There was no way he could juggle both. Maybe Rylan just wanted to make sure Axel was okay, which I could understand but I don't know, it just seemed weird.