Rebel

Chapter 13: Natural Born Killers

It was just us. Candace hadn't returned and I hadn't received the first text or call from her or my parents. I appreciated this because it gave us a chance to patch things up and get our relationship back on the right track. I learned a lot more about him and vice versa. Mostly about Ryan and Jada. They didn't want any children and couldn't have any if they wanted to. Jada suffered from an ectopic pregnancy when she was about my age. It resulted in her fallopian tube rupturing and now she has to live with only one which would possibly eliminate her chances of ever being fertile.

He hadn't talked to his mother in over two years, ever since he left home and I really couldn't say that I blamed him. The more he told me, the more I hated her. It would have seemed a little outrageous to hate someone that I had never met, but I couldn't stand the thought of someone hurting him.

He had never asked me about my family situation though, but I was all ears to hear everything about his. I felt like there was a huge possibility that we would be in this for the long run and I had to get more acquainted with all of the little details about his life. He told me what made him happy and what made him sad. We laughed about things we experienced in the past and we went back and forth about different songs and movies we liked. Hell, it almost felt like he was just my best friend and that was the beauty of it all. It became very clear that the bond we had was never meant to be broken, but we were still doing everything we could to make it stronger.

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I stared up at the ceiling while I was nestled in his arms. The only thing I could do was tell myself over and over again that this was real. I was feeling positive emotions and it felt like I had learned to speak a second language. "I almost don't want to go back home," I said with a groan. "Well, you don't have a choice. You've got to graduate and then run off to live happily ever after with me," he said with a smile. He kissed the top of my head. As badly as I wanted to stay wrapped in our own little world, in a few days, we'd be back to that hell hole we called home and reality would set in again. I would probably spend the rest of my summer doing the same shit I always did. Just the thought of it was exhausting and I was actually terrified of sinking back into the same old bullshit that made me miserable.

"Have you thought about how Dean will react?" he said suddenly. I rolled over on my stomach and stared at him, trying to look as serious as possible. "Why have you been so worried about how Dean will react? He doesn't bother me anymore. The fucker knows better," I said with a smirk. His expression turned cold and his eyes locked with mine. "It's not him that I'm worried about." He had lost me. Surely he couldn't think that I still had feelings for him. "There's no way in hell that I still have any feelings left for him," I said quickly. "That may be true, but I don't think you know how bad my temper can get. Mine or Ryan's. I can be more on the softer and more reasonable side. Ryan is a killer," he replied. I raised one eyebrow, still not following him. Before I could even open my mouth to get him to go into detail, he flipped me over on my back, pinning my arms down on the bed. "I'm trying to say that between the two of us, I might spare his life. My brother is actually a killer. If I come out shooting, he's coming out, no questions asked." He stared coldly into my eyes and it actually scared me for a second. "I can be VERY protective and so can he. Ryan is the only person I've ever had to cover my ass if I ever needed him to. We've only ever had each other to look out for." I was beginning to panic. "Alright, loosen your grip," I said slowly, "and please tell me that you two haven't went on any murder sprees?" He might have thought that I was trying to make light of the situation by cracking jokes, but I was dead serious.

"No. Not at all. We've been in more fights than I can remember, but we've never killed anybody. Ryan almost did one time, but it was Jada's dad, so he let him live. Those two fuckers are a little more on the Mickey and Mallory Knox side. If he moves, she moves. They've raised more hell than Ryan and I ever have. Don't piss either of them off after they've had a few drinks in their systems. Jada may be a bitch at times, but I know she has Ryan's back. That's one good thing I can say about her. She's always protected me and my brother even though she and I fight like cats and dogs."