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I'm Lost

Fiera caught the first whiff of hesitation.

 She sashays closer to me, it takes all my will not to step backward. 

I to step towards her.

 I can't back down now. 

Won't give the red viper the satisfaction. 

Then, we're face to face. 

She blows her cigarette smoke into my face- and I punch her, straight in her snob ass face. 

Shit. 

She falls onto her back, a loud thud echoes around the isolated gray walls. 

Jeremey scrambles to the floor and starts to pull her to a sit, hugging her protectively. 

I shouldn't have done that. But, I liked doing it?

It's just I've gotten so tired of her blowing her second-hand smoke into my lungs, walking all over me, and acting like an arrogant b!tch. 

Fiera twists out of Jeremey's constraints and springs off the floor. All I see is a blur of red and feel the cold concrete floor pressed into my cheek, scratching it as claws would. 

Did the girl just air kick me? 

My jaw feels unhinged like it's going to fall off. 

Someone's shoe roughly stamps my head, squishing and rolling it around. 

"Don't move," Jack says coldly. 

I want to tell him it's me and to stop, but my throat feels like sandpaper. 

"So, this is Lover?" their voices collide and fade away.

 Is it over? I can't let them unmask me. Anything but that. 

I struggle to move and Jack's foot just drills deeper into my skull, his combat boots threatening to smash my brains. "You should know how this works, the more you resist the more it hurts. Am I right, Lover?' he spats.

 When he said my name- well my undercover name- it sounded like he wanted to throw up, as if he was ingesting poison. All of a sudden, I hate Jack Miller. 

Was it all an act? 

The piggybacking, hugs, and concern? 

Just so I'll behave? 

Bullshit, I'm not listening to no one. I follow my own orders. 

I devise a rough plan in my head as quickly as I can, all the while, trying to bear Jack's weight on my crushed cheekbones. 

Quickly, I go limp and shut my eyes. A few minutes later, Jack lets up the pressure from his foot. 

"She's out," he murmurs to the other two. 

"Well, where's the purple b!tch?" Fiera demands impatiently. I can imagine Jeremey trying to calm her down. She's got a hot-temper. Maybe, I'll use her fire. 

"Hey red b!txh, can you shut up!" I holler from my position on the ground, ignoring the incessant throbbing pain in my jaw. Jeremey puts his hand on the small of Fiera's back, trying to pacify her before she bursts. Her head's about to blow, her face is red, steam rushing from her ears. 

"You wanna die?" Fiera says. She pushes Jeremey's hand away and bends down to look me dead in the eye. From behind her, Jeremey gives a pleading look to me to just shut my trap and play dead. 

Sorry Jeremey, not today.

 Fiera hasn't stopped looking at me pointedly. I muster up all my adrenaline, anything to mask the pain for whatever I'm about to do. 

Who cares if I fail? I will go down trying. 

Jeremey huffs aggravatedly, "We're going to scout the front for the target, you watch her," 

"Oh, I will," Fiera smiles wickedly.

 "And DON'T pull off your mask," Jeremey orders seriously.

 "Why? The Headlocks already know how I look like, I don't care who else sees," Fiera replies exasperated, seems like this isn't the first time they've had this conversation.

 She looks like a wild, feral animal, ready to spill blood. 

Jeremey and Jack turn the corner, and as soon as they do, I lunge for Fiera's red rudy necklace, my movements don't waver, fingers latch onto the piece of jewelry. 

Without another thought, I pull it down, with it, Fiera's neck lurches, causing her whole body to topple. 

The red gem shatters in my grasp, the blood-red smithereens etch into the palm of my skin. They dig deeper into my skin, I relish the pain from the sparkly glass making a home under my skin. I openly welcome the new cuts and undoubtable scars that are to come. 

Fiera's falls face-first onto the concrete. For a good solid second, she doesn't move. 

I guess adrenaline isn't a thing to mess with. 

Just in case I accidentally killed her, I check her pulse- I let go of the breath I've been holding- it's still beating. 

Before Jeremey comes and sees his knocked out girlfriend, I need to buck it out of here. I do not want to see how Jeremey looks like when he's mad and feel his wrath. 

I shudder at the thought. "

What's going on...?" I turn to see Cain, holding a few black trash bags. Shit.

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I'm so lost, and sick.