Us Against The World

Chapter 46

*REMASTERED*

"Jexton, please wake up." I beg, shaking the boy lying on the ground in front of me. If he does not wake up, I will be alone. I will have no one. 

You'll have Ren... and her family. My subconscious reminds me and I shake the thought away. I don't want to think about Ren or Halton. I look around, and can't find Ander or Drade. I quickly turn back to Jexton, my heart pounding faster now then ever.

I felt nothing but betrayal when I saw Ander in their house. I should have known that they had something up their ripped and dirty sleeves. Ren and Halton had told me that their parents were dead, yet they were inside the house that Halton led me to. There had to have been a reason as to why they would lie to me about their parents. Are they even really on the run like Jexton and I are? 

Well, now that Ander is gone, I guess Jexton and I are free. 

But maybe the soldiers are still looking for us. I hope Jexton wakes up soon so we can run. Even if we are not being looked for, it is better to be safe than sorry.

I try shaking Jexton some more, but he doesn't move. I place my index and middle fingers up to the underneath of his jawline to feel his pulse. He still has a heartbeat, but it's slow. It begins to scare me, because I do not know how to save a life. I have had no training or lessons, because I stopped going to school in kindergarten. My mother home schooled me until I was thirteen, and even she didn't know how to save lives.

I don't want Jexton to die. Though I probably should hope that he does, I do not. The last thing I want to see is another person I care about die. 

I need to get him help. I need to get him to safety. But there is nowhere to go. I can't take him back to the community, I don't know where Gwen lives, and I'm not so sure I want to take him back to Ren's.

I have to take him somewhere, though. I have to get him help, because sitting here and waiting it out is all too dangerous.   

I try shaking Jexton once more and talk to him, but he still does not move or respond. I wrap my arms under his and drag him out of the wooded area in which we had hidden for about an hour. I figured that I had better take him somewhere before his injury really impacts him. As bad as I do not want to take him back to Ren's, I have to. It's the next best thing, and I no longer have a choice.

Dragging Jexton's unconscious body wears me out in a matter of minutes. He is heavy, and I am not very strong. I have been growing weaker and weaker as the days go by. I accidentally drop Jexton and stumble backwards. I apologize aloud, though I know he cannot hear me. 

As I rest my hands behind me to hold myself up, I throw my head back and squeeze my eyes shut. I begin to think about everything that had just happened. I was only trying to help everyone, but it's my fault that Ander was shot. It's my fault that Jexton is not awake right now and it's my fault that Drade is the way he is...

Or is it not?

No. I cannot blame myself for his sick ways. That's all on him. It has nothing to do with me. 

I begin to remember the time that Jexton and I heard the siren sounding from inside the community gates for missing people. The alarm could be heard from the next state, and the only way to make it stop was to return. As soon as Jexton did, I followed him, and immediately I wish I hadn't. Jexton got into a fight with Ander and it caused Ander to spill everything that I should have known from the start. Everything Jexton should have told me himself, but was too afraid to.

But was what Ander said really true? 

By the tone of his voice, I could tell that he was a terrific liar. Either he was telling the truth, or he was making me believe every lie that fell from his manipulative lips. He is the kind of man that Drade was. He could make you fall under his spell; not by the words he said, but by the way he said them. The charm was unbelievable, and he could make you agree to the sickest things. That's just how he was.

"Was he telling the truth?" I ask unconscious Jexton. He is continuously still and I kick his hand. His head turns to the side as I slide myself out from underneath him. I move to crouch by his side and examine his bruised and bloody face. I cup each of his cheeks in my hands and stroke them with my thumbs. 

I can't help but connect Jexton's personality to Drade's and Ander's. He has that charm factor that makes you fall under. Maybe that's why I haven't been able to be away from him for so long. And as I said before, no matter how far away from each other Jexton and I become, we always find our way back.

"I hate you." I say as tears threaten my eyes. I throw his head down and lean back, then forward again, sniffling and crying. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" my voice raises as I repeat myself. And as I repeat myself, I begin to slap him and punch him. 

"You prick! You bastard, you asshole! Ah!" I scream and sob. I throw myself back and examine his newly bleeding face, and it is worse than it was when Drade hit him with his gun. 

He deserves it. I think to myself. Of everything this boy has put you through and done to you, this is the very least you can do. 

If anything, Jexton deserves to die, but I don't have the heart to kill him. Hell, I don't even have the heart to watch somebody kill him let alone assign someone to do it.

I try to shake the disturbing thoughts from my head and when I finally collect myself, I inhale and exhale deeply and sniffle numerous times before wiping my face. His blood is on my hands and I wipe it on my jeans as if it is nothing. I then grab his face again and before I can think it through, I press my lips to his.

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