"Target locked" I explained to Luke infront of me. Dylan had just walked in and took a seat on the table beside me. I paid to notice to him thought. "I'll play him at his own game." I licked my lips in anticipation. "I'm not undercover any longer. He knows where we are, or atleast has an idea. Cover all camera's. He has access to the computer in the other room. I can trust anyone anymore from this point. If he knew which computers to hack in to, he knows from someone that I'm here" I stood up and stood by the kitchen door now. "Duct tape all speakers and camera's now, Dylan. The only thing you can be of use for, even though you're still using something like it's nothing" I glared at him then jogged upstairs quickly.
I changed into light grey Nike joggers which had a band tighter around the ankles, and a black short sleeved fitted top. I pulled on my black Nike trainers and dragged a hand through my hair. I wiped all my makeup from my face and jogged downstairs, grabbing paper from the printer and a pen beside it then layed it over the table in the kitchen, above the evidence of Adam Royals.
I spat the lid off of the pen then I wrote down names; Luke. Dylan. Jared. Andy. Chief Alexander. Daisy. Zara. Adam. Charlie.
Each person has played a part in my life up to this point. I stared at each of the names intently.
Zara's known me since primary, I was arrested and she and I havent been in contact since. I scored a line through her name.
Chief Alexander was there when Andy mentioned about me going to Miami, but not where abouts. He doestn know any specifics. I also drew a line through his name. But Andy's, I put a question mark on top of his. Jared too.
Daisy is a bitch, but she isnt the kind of girl to know about anyone in my life. I scored a line through her name.
Charlie, Jared, Andy, Luke and Dylan, I put a question mark on top of their names, then circled Adam. He's the prime here.
Hours later, and it was already turning two am.
Someone breathed against my shoulder, and I turned my head slighly, seeing Dylan. I sighed then looked back down at the papers and the names.
He cleared his throat. "I'm a suspect?" He sounded angry. I couldnt blame him though.
"Only till I know that you're not ratting me out to my awaiting death bed" I pursed my lips then stood up to stretch a little, letting bones pop.
"Look at me" He spoke, letting out a breath. "Briar, look at me" He sighed. "Please, sweetheart"
I slowly, but surely I turned around to face him. He looked worried, troubled. His hands cupped my cheeks softly. "You should take a break, innamorato [sweetheart. Italian]" He spoke softly. He sounded tired.
"I'm fine. You go back to bed, I'll go up soon" I answered him quietly.
"You're letting this take over you, Briar. Sleep it off. I know you dont like me right now, but just listen to me. Get to sleep, we've got school remember" He noted with a pointed look.
I cursed under my breath. I forgot about that. I pursed my lips for a second.
"Just get to bed, Briar. Dont make me carry you there" He stated, trying to lay it down as a rule I had to follow.
I looked him in the eyes. "It's better if you stop caring, Dylan" I spoke gently. I didnt want to say it, of course I didnt. But it's for the best. No one can get hurt this way.
His eyes gazed at with with confusion and hurt, then anger. "What the hell is your problem?!" His voice rose a little, and he removed his hands from my cheeks, but gripped my upper arms instead with a tight grip. "Do you not realise that people can care about you?! Briar, fucking open your eyes and realise that you cant decide what is best!" His voice rose even higher as his hands tightened on my arms.
