HIGHWAY

28

My eyes drifted towards the clock it was 1:30 in the morning and I was trying to catch some sleep but my mind kept rotating all the scenarios of today when Jon showed a different side of him to me. I was about to fall asleep when my eyes opened before they could go into a deep slumber and I shot up straight. It was the sound of argument and I seemed to recognize both of them.

I could have ignored it. I could have pulled the covers up to my chin and went back to sleep but all I did was get played by my curiosity and walked towards the door. Cautiously, I opened it knowing even if it was a safe house but it was not my safe house, it was Janne's. The hallway was dark the only light which gave me the outlines of the hallway was coming from the window at the end of it. Making sure I made no sound I started to make my way towards the noise. It was coming from Janne's bedroom. Looking around to spot if anyone else was there I took a risk to hear what all was this noise about.

"You have to trust me." Janne spoke in her commanding voice. "We have to take a risk. You know it I won't let anything happen to her. She is the main piece of all this. If Brett gets her everything is over." The last sentence was almost pleading.

There was a moment of silence in her room but outside I could hear my heart beating rapidly against my chest. Even if there was no reason for me to feel this worried but I knew this has to do something with me and that fact alone was scary. I was just not getting a good feeling about it.

"Brett won't get her" this time it was Jon. His tone was deep and dangerous just like him. I had to strain my ears to hear him properly. He wasn't shouting anymore.

"He won't. He fucking cannot."

Another moment of silence.

"But the way things are going, Janne. I doubt it." I was so thankful that I was standing outside the door and not at the other side of the door because the way their voice was sounding it looked nothing but deadly. Only confirming that they wouldn't kill me could have made me survive that.

"Why me, Janne? Why does it have to be me? why do you have to involve me in your life again and again. I got nothing to do with this." His dangerously calm voice rose with every sentence.

What was he talking about?

"Because he was your father too." She growled. "How can you even forget it?"

"He was dragged into this by you. Because of you Brett shot him. Because of Regina, he is dead." He answered with a cold voice which could have freeze hell.

Regina?

There was another moment of silence and I fought the urge to get back to my room because whenever there was no sound I felt like the door would rip open and I would be caught. Something which should not happen in any way, there were two most dangerous people behind that door and which every other word they spoke I realise how less I could trust them.

"Jon," the way Janne took his name looked like she was trying to calm herself down from either putting a bullet into his head or to break down. To me it seemed the former one was correct.

"No Janne. There is no explanation to it. You did this."

"God dammit, Jon!" She shouted and I bet you the walls vibrated. It was still a shock how rest of the guys were not here. They must be out.

"I loved him. I love you. How can I even think about it?"

"But it happened." He answered.

"We live in this world where no life is guaranteed, Jon. every breath we take it is not guaranteed. It is just a struggle and we have to be strong enough to make it happen." Wasn't that the way life was?