Injured Feet & Rickety Hearts {Book 1 Completed}

//Chapter 55//

For warning this chapter is very long, so the next chapter may be shorter.

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Everyone in the room was shocked out of there bloody mind, no one expected Alby to say that. Newt however looked furious, he threw his hands in the air and groaned. I knew how much Newt didn't want to be the leader, so this would definitely frustrate him on a whole other level.

"Oh, bloody-"

"No! That's not what I meant. Listen to me. I Ain't saying we should switch or any of that klunk. I'm just saying ... I think I need to let you guys make the decisions. I don't trust myself. So... yeah I'll do whatever"

...um ok... someone pinch me.

That did not just happen, I looked over at Minho who was looking at me in shock before I shrugged. I suddenly felt sorry for Alby. He was really that bad? I mean I knew he was bad, but he was feeling so bad that even he could see it.

That wasn't good. So bad that he didn't even trust himself. That didn't help my feelings about Alby. I was slowly starting to lose my trust, Alby seemed so out of control. Like a loose wire, I don't trust he can think straight and I fear he will do something bad.

Newt was very confused and unsure about the statement, I think we all were. But there was only one way to answer Alby's statement, so Newt just went through with it, clear confusion on his face.

"Uh...okay, we'll make it work, I promise. You'll see"

Newt encouraged, and I nodded in a way of supporting this but keeping my voice out of this discussion. I didn't want to get too involved. Nor did I think my input was totally valued from Alby right now.

Alby was quiet for a few minutes before he chirped up, a hint of excitement in his face and tone. Something I don't think I've seen before. It was strange. Slightly off putting. something told me it wasn't normal or ok. I didn't like it.

I know this is the wrong way of putting it, but it was like watching a murderer smile, there's just something wrong with it, something your can see. Like a loose screw in his shucked-up head. It made my skin crawl and I don't know why.

"Hey, tell you what. Put me in charge of the maps. I'll freaking work every glader to the bone studying those things."

I wanted to shake my head but everyone around me was agreeing, something was wrong, I could feel it. But I couldn't even think of a way to bring it up. How would that look if I just denied Alby a job for no reason, no one would listen anyway. Everyone was so happy to see Alby cheery, meanwhile I could feel myself glaring at him mentally. This wasn't right. I knew everyone would think I was just crazy.

But for some reason. I didn't trust Alby.

'protect the maps'

That's what Alby told us, but I didn't feel like that was him talking. It was such an odd thing to say, and it's not like he forgets saying that. I know that he remembers why he said that, so why is he acting like this? A lump formed in my throat as I forced myself to smile through this.

"Ya know, it was really stupid for us to sleep in here tonight. We should've been in the map room, working"

"Probably right"

Minho agreed and my brows creased together. I had a flat line expression on my face and it was starting to get attention. Especially Thomas, he mouthed the words 'What?' and I pointed to Alby before shaking my head. Thomas watched carefully as I mouthed back.

'I don't trust him'

I don't know if he understood what I said, he didn't react, so I was unsure. However, he looked over at Alby before looking at the ground. An expression that said he was thinking panted on his face. Maybe he did hear what I said? Maybe he too believed it. I know Thomas was there the day that Alby went through the changing. If anyone understands it would be him.