Adrenaline Sisters: Raise the White Flag

Chapter 11: Things Have Changed For Me

|| First Person || Diamond Voltage ||

"Around this time of year marks the anniversary of my family's death and here we are years later. We are still running and hiding and fighting and people keep dying and I'm starting to lose hope that we will ever be able to take down the fucking government." I frustratingly tell Brendon as I lay on the dirt floor next to him. I know we made a promise to never be pessimistic about things because that would only make surviving an even more miserable experience but it's always been hard for me this time of year. The time the fires of 2012 started. The anniversary of my sister's death.

"Babe, the fires were not your fault. Sparky's death was not your fault—" Before he could continue on I cut him off.

"But If I had done things differently they would still be alive right now!" I rasp. I can't help but to feel guilty. I know I could have done things differently and I know my family could have been with me right now. Hot tears run down my face but I try to subtly wipe them so Brendon doesn't see. I don't think it worked becase after I put my hands back on my stomach he reaches out for my right hand and kisses the top of it.

"Baby, stop! We've been through this. How were you supposed to know about the fires? The dracs?" I stare up at the sky in silence. "Exactly. You didn't. So please stop hurting yourself over this." Brendon sits up and pulls me up with him, placing my head against his chest so I can hear his heart beat. "This will sound selfish, but please, just listen to my heartbeat and think about us. Just you and me and how we will survive this Hell together." I never told him but he figured out that listening to his heartbeat calms me down.

"And if you think about it," he continues, "we are actually avenging your family one Drac at a time." Brendon gently grabs my chin and lifts my head to look at him. "If it makes you feel better, I'll let you ghost the last two dracs next time we have a run in with them."

A let out a soft chuckle. "Aw. Promise?"

"Promise." Our lips touch and and it feels like all my worries disappear. I don't know where I'd be right now if it weren't for Brendon. No. I know exactly where I'd be.

"Come on. Let's go inside and get some sleep."

"Don't forget we have to hide the bikes." I remind him. One reason we've been able to stay alive for so long is because we try to hide away and not leave any tracks. If a place looks abandoned, no one (except other killjoys) comes by to search the place.

"What's one night? I'm tired and we need to wake up early tomorrow and search for a new place to crash."

I roll my eyes and give in.

"Fine. But if we get caught you owe me your food."

"Fine, fine! Whatever!"

We head off into a small empty house that has been our home for about a month. I take one last look around the place because even though it may be modest and not the most comfortable place we have been in,  it reminds me a lot of my own home when I was younger.

I turn towards Brendon who is already in bed  looking sexy with nothing but a white blanket covering his lower half. "I thought you said you were tired?"

"I'm never too tired to have a little fun." I take off my clothes piece by piece as I walk towards the bed starting with my shirt, then pants, and so on.

"Oh, well in that case..." I lay down next to him, grabbing his arms, wrapping them around my body so we are spooning— quite comfortably I might add— and I kiss his arm.

"It sucks to be you because I actually am tired and I want to wake up early tomorrow to hit the road."

"Well, aren't you a tease?" I can't see it but I can hear him smirking as he talks. He tries to get me in the mood by kissing my neck and slowly moving his hand down to my thigh but I stop him and turn so we are face I face.