Us Against The World

Chapter 47

After a few minutes of allowing all of my emotions to flood out of me, I pull myself from the ground and walk a few feet away from Jexton. My brain is telling me to leave him and get as far away from him as possible. After all, since he is unconscious, he will not be able to follow me, and if I get far away fast enough, he will not be able to find me.

But my heart tells me that I cannot do such a thing. Jexton has broken me down in every way possible, but he has also done so much for me. I cannot blame him for the things that he has done because the things that I have done are almost equivalent.

I suddenly stop and turn around, searching the ground. I walk back to Jexton and stare down at him. My body wants me to cry, but I am all out of tears. I don't think that I can even process tears anymore.

"Wake up, please. I can't drag you everywhere. I'll end up leaving you somewhere." I say aloud and walk back to the unconscious boy lying on the ground. I kick his hand again and sigh. "I'm too weak and tired for this, Jexton." I roll my eyes, then bend over and grab the top half of his body from underneath his arms. 

I drag Jexton as far as I can, taking breaks in between. I know that I have no choice now but to face my fears and take Jexton back to Ren's house. I'll have to explain everything to her parents and hope that they will still take Jexton and I in. And hopefully they know how to take care of him.

At a time like this, I wish that some of the things that had happened didn't happen. If Jexton would have never killed my mother, if those Consilium soldiers would have never burned my house down, I would have taken him there, and she would have cared for him. 

When the thought of my mother crosses my mind, I begin to compare Jexton and I's sins. I cannot help but feel as if my killing his father was worse than him killing my mother.

But then I think of everything else and prove myself wrong. Jexton's father has been after me ever since my father was alive. It still intrigues me how Jexton and I's father's knew each other and were once friends, but Jexton and I never knew each other until just a few short days ago. 

When it comes to reality, Jexton's father did deserve to die because he was trying to kill me. I had nothing to do with whatever went down with him and my father. All I was trying to do was put a stop to all the deaths that are suddenly happening. And that's what I'm still trying to do, but I can't because people either keep getting hurt, or dying right before my eyes.

But why do I need Jexton with me in order to complete my mission?

You don't.

I am left to assume that the only reason that I do not want Jexton to die, or the fact that I do not want to leave him is because I fear being alone. It's not because I love him or because we have been friends for a long time or even that we are friends because I don't know what we are.

The thing that stands out the most is my fear of being alone. But I can't pretend that I do not care for Jexton, because I do. Quite a bit actually.

...

About an hour of dragging Jexton and taking numerous breaks in between, I'm finally at the front door of Ren's house. I lie Jexton on the ground and run up the porch stairs. I see blood splattered all over the porch and front of the house, but I ignore it for the time being and knock on the door frantically, hoping someone will answer.

"Ren! Halton! Hello?" I yell, banging on the door. I turn around to check on Jexton, and find that he's missing. I move to run down the porch steps, but stop in my tracks when I feel metal on the back of my head. I gasp and try not to move.

Why would Ren or anyone in her family hold a gun to my head? I did nothing wrong- nothing to them.

I can only hope that they don't think that Ander's injury was my fault; as it was Drade's. All I was trying to do was save him--to save everyone.

I want to turn around and see who it is, and tell them that I can explain, but my adrenaline fails and I am forced to freeze.

"Where you been?" Drade's voice cracks.