"Whatcha got there?" Jexton's voice startles me and I jump as I turn around. He laughs and I hand the note to him. As he skims over the neatly handwritten letter, his face falls. He looks up with a sympathetic expression and hands the note back to me.
"I'm sorry." he says and I slowly nod. As I wipe my face dry of tears, I look around the house. "You hungry? Or do you want to sleep first?" I ask and I can tell Jexton is shuffling his choices. "I think I'll go to sleep. I'm exaused." he says and rubs his eyes. I nod in agreement and we head off into different directions to our rooms.
When I get to my room, I slowly unpack my bag; carefully examining everything inside. I put all my clothes away and set my mother's gun where I can reach it just in case.
I walk from my room to the bathroom and turn the faucet on. I add soap and walk to my mother's bathroom to take her shampoo and conditioner. I have always loved the way her hair smelt, but she never let me use her soap. When I get back to the main bathroom, I remove my dirty clothes and step into the bathtub. Warm water has never felt so good.
I wash my hair and my body and by the time I'm done with my bath, the water is filthy. I cringe at the thought that that was how dirty I was. I put on clean clothes and head back to my room. Just to be safe, I close my door and lock it. Though Jexton is behaving somewhat civil, I cannot let my guard down again because whenever I do, something bad happens, and I want to be able to sleep with both eyes closed tonight.
I climb into bed and realize that my mother changed my sheets and blankets while I was gone. I mentally thank her and cry myself to sleep at the thought of her actually being gone. At the realization that I am finally home again. At everything.
When I wake up, I look around. The sun is shining brightly through my green and white curtained window and I almost hear my mother calling for me, but then I remember what happened to her and I realize that it is just my imagination playing tricks on me. I stand and stretch and sigh of relief when I see that my bedroom door is still shut and locked.
Just as I move to open my door, I hear three taps and gasp. "Hey, Farrah?" Jexton's voice sounds from behind the door. "Are you awake?" I breathe deeply before answering. "Yeah," I call and look around my room. "I'm just getting dressed."
"Okay," he answers. "I made some breakfast if you're hungry." my eyes widen and I stare at my door in disbelief. He made breakfast? Why?
When I put my clothes on for the day, I brush my hair and slowly unlock my bedroom door peeking around to make sure Jexton isn't standing there with a knife or a gun. When I see that it is clear, I exit my room with caution. I smell eggs and toast as I make my way to the kitchen. I have missed the smell of cooked meals so much. When I enter the kitchen, Jexton turns to me and smiles. He is showered and dressed in clean clothes and I can't help but notice how truly handsome he really is.
He finishes stirring the eggs and buttering the toast before handing me a plate with each of those things on it. "It took me forever to find the plates and stuff, but I did." he laughs and I laugh too. "I didn't know what you wanted to drink so—"
"That's okay, I'll get it. Thank you." I say and pour myself a glass of orange juice. This was a really nice gesture for Jexton, and even though I appreciate it very much, I wonder why he's being so nice to me all of the sudden.
"So what do you want to do today?" he asks and I look up from my plate and shrug. "What do you think?" I ask and he shrugs too. "Well, there's not really much to do around here. What did you do for fun in the gated community?" I ask him and he sits across from me at the table.
"Well, I had friends that I hung out with. We played games and stuff like that." I slouch over my food and stare at it. "All my friends got taken away when I was little." I hear Jexton sigh and I look up. "I'm really sorry." he says and I nod. I know I should forgive, but because of his father, my father died and all my friends got taken away from me. Because of his father, I had to risk my own life to save others, and my mother died in that process.
"Well, we can be each other's friend. I think it would be nice if we could just put the past behind us and move forward. We can't let things hold us back any longer. We can't have it." I swallow hard and nod. I guess he's right.
But considering who he is and where he came from, why would he want to befriend a German girl? One who is on the very same mission that her father had died trying to go on?
I'm not so sure we can put the past behind us and forgive each other for what we have done. He may be ready for that, but I don't think that I am.
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Us Against The World
Adventure" We stand there for a few more minutes just pointing our guns and staring at each other. My arms begin to hurt, but I know that I cannot let my guard down. I know that eventually I will die; but I don't want it to be like this. If anything, Jexton...
