One Word | H.S.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

This chapter is fuckin' insane.

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Cade's POV | Present Day

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Prepared.

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I'm nervous.

Both mine and Harry's eyes continue to flip between the phone and each other, the device being sent straight from hell. 

Trembling bodies, nervousness flooding our thinned arteries from the random call, nothing properly conveying this moment.

The last time we saw this girl, or myself rather, was an entire year ago. Though, I'm not too sure about Harry, his life too private for his own good. He tends to run off in the wee hours of the night, escaping into a world of his own.

If he ever had sex with her, I will lightly beat him up. A few love-taps here and there, this man stealing all of my past lover's in the blink of an eye.

Beside's Lucy, of course.

The man hated that girl with every fiber of his being, rolling his eyes whenever she was around. Never gave a sufficient answer, provided any hardcore reasoning as to why, but he thoroughly despised her.

She was kind-of awful, though.

The sound of clanking boots, a distraught Harry increasing my own personal nerves as the knowledge of a certain somebody, the tragic arrival of a modern-day Satan, is nothing short of terrifying.

Elijah, the man present in every nightmare, though one will never be able to fully wake up.

A hellish dream, captivating both myself and Harry in all the wrong ways, our eyes fighting to say afloat. Even if we were to close them, push our mental's our from such a deranged world, we'll never be able to escape.

My hand shakes tremendously, my jaw going slack as Harry throws his arm in my direction, "Why the fuck is she calling?" His voice is unnervingly loud, striking the walls with guttural force as the ringing will hopefully end soon. "This is your phone. How should I know?" I breathe out, a hushed whisper only audible to myself, and possibly Harry.

He asks the dumbest questions, honestly. If Levi was to be here right now, he'd tear him up, rip him to shreds from such an ignorant statement.

But, he's not.

And, he's not coming back.

My eyes shoot back down to the phone, my chest bouncing like a worn trampoline, "Do I answer it?" I ask Harry, knowing what I should do, but too terrified to hear fresh news, "What if it's not her?" He speaks through a gritted set of teeth, filled with unnerving fear.

The pair of us have attempted to rid ourselves of that pesky lifestyle, a gram handed off being nothing short of the weight of one thousand bricks.

A simple bag, a hushed trade-up was the original goal. Quick money, the rush sparking internal's as the three of us felt unstoppable. Riveting, confident smiles coating our glowing presence.

Yet, one of the lights dimmed, another going out completely.

Levi and Harry tried absolutely everything in their power, doing the tragic most, in order to keep the sinful lifestyle from me.

Pushing me into the dark, they believed I couldn't see.

But when I heard that Harry had to be rushed to the hospital due to a bullet wound, the reasoning disclosed by the police, I knew something was severely wrong.