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Chapter 32

                Hurt. Betrayed. Shattered. Shocked. Worried. Devastated. Fearful. The words running through my ears from Javier’s mouth scared me more than anything. Will it happen...? The one thing that I very much feared, other than my family dying, could happen if the secret met him. Ignorance is bliss. Maybe because I wouldn’t have to feel the guiltiness of the decision I was already making for keeping the secret. Technically it wasn’t my secret but if I kept the secret, I’d be a hypocrite.

Javier opened the car door me. I only noticed that the ride ended. I walked outside but left my mind in the clouds. I knew Angelica’s secret and another secret that scared me even more. I moved myself to the door and attempted to brush off the thoughts.

 I slouched down with a hand wrapping over my wounded rib. It hurt. I’d grip onto a breath of air longer than I’d usually. He was right. I should head for the hospital before I found it out was more serious than I thought. Using my middle finger I strung the bell and walked on spot.

                “Lexis, I think it’s better if I drive you to the hospital instead of taking you here,” He suggested.

“I’m fine!” I leaped high pitchy with a very light smile.

“Are you sure?”

“Yea, I’ll ask someone else to drop me off. Can’t have camera’s seeing you near me,”

“Alright, but remember the discussion we had. Don’t tell Damon about Angelica,” Javier recited. I looked over my shoulder and dismissed him with one nod. He moved down the street and entered his car. After I heard the car purr and speed past the wind. I sucked in the world’s air supply and kneeled down to the ground, gripping my waist and squeezed my eyes shut.

Owe! Ugh, it’s like the car accident all over again... The reason why I didn’t act injured around Javier is because I didn’t think I should be whining like a baby when he got a bullet and didn’t whine at all. Yes, I know he’s an assassin and he’s probably been through this before and can take a bullet as if it was no more than a scrape; still, I felt like I shouldn’t be complaining. He took a freaking bullet for me! I still can’t get over that! I would have never took a bullet for someone, even if they paid me the amount that Damon paid him! The sound of footsteps moving to the door got me straightened up. The door opened and I met Seth’s mother.

“Lexis!” She cheered “I haven’t seen you for a while! Samantha is in her room.” She was still completely oblivious that I and Sam completely broke off our friendship.

“I actually came for Seth,” I bit my bottom lip.

“Oh, sorry honey, he isn’t here right now. He’ll becoming in a couple of minutes. Hang out with Samantha until he comes or wait in his room,” She suggested.

“Thank you,” I gratefully smiled and took a step inside the house. The moment I stepped inside, Samantha ran down the stairs and met direct eye contact with me. We stood our ground with a long staring contest. Her mother’s eyes would glance between us and assumed it was some kind of inside joke Sam and I had. I walked around her mother and moved past her and up the stairwell. I had no fight left in me for a couple of days. Once I entered the second floor, I instantly spot Seth’s room. If he wouldn’t mind too much, I’d like to destroy that rang expensive. That bastard... He knows I’m the revengeful type. He should have just told me the truth.

                I entered his half unclean room. The bed stood against the left corner of the room, against the window. Some of his clothes were tossed on the ground and his large portrait of the three of us on the wall was dangling on one nail. I could also spot a little crack on the frame. He should have removed that the moment Sam turned like Daphne. I collapsed into his bed and released all that was pain through my expressions. I lay my head down flat on his pillow and stared out at the blank wall, not even bothering to look over the window above. His smell lingered on his bed. The smell struck me down hard into my lungs and into my heart. Every time Seth left, I felt an empty space, a void that was sucking everything around. I missed him... No matter how much I hated him right now.

                “Get off my brothers bed bitch,” Sam spat.

                “I’m not in the mood,” I mumbled, closing my eyelids.

                “He broke up with you! You’re no longer invited here!”

                “As his girlfriend not his best friend,” I whispered.

                “It’s purely implied that he doesn’t want anything to do with you,”

                “Sam, I’m not in the mood. We can have a cat fight later, just not today...” I trailed on and made sure to show no weakness of my burses. I tried to conceal my burses with makeup before we came here and wore a long shirt to cover the cut over my hand. 

                “After cheating on him you think you can just hop on his bed? Don’t drop by like we’re even friends anymore or that you’re close to him. Get over it, he doesn’t love you in that way. I told him that but he didn’t believe me and now he gets it, that you’re–”

                “Sam. Shut. Up!” I bluntly burst out with rage as I snapped myself to sit up. She stood silent.

                “Leave, will you?” I tiredly said “I don’t need shit from you. I have more important other things to worry about than your thoughts, feelings or whatever he feels for me. I don’t care! Leave!” I laid back into the bed and tossed my back around.

                It’s been hours since I was kidnapped. Demon is probably out panicking and demanding the FBI to track me down. I doubt he’d wait until I arrive back. At least he wasn’t there with me and the one that got shot. I would have double owed him my life if that were to happen.

                A delicate hand roughly stretched out my injured my hand, sending a sensation of pain down through every nerve of my body. I yelped out in pain. The cut spread open more than it should and blood drizzled down my arm down to my fingers. Sam jumped back with a quick release of my arm.

                “Oh my god,” She quickly yelped. I sat up and pulled my arm over my chest and pressed against the wound.

                “What happened? Are you okay!? What did you exactly need to tell to Seth?” Sam hovered over me and held her breath for the longest time “Oh my god, Lexis, please don’t tell me someone jumped you or something...” I clenched my teeth and sharply snapped my eyes at her. Did she have to pull that freaking hard!? I looked over her and found tears threatening Sam’s eyes.

                “I thought I saw faded burses!” She continued.

                “Sam! You’re parents are here!” I half whispered. She blinked and motioned that she’d keep her mouth sealed. Sadly, she put the key in her pocket and not out the window. I rolled up my sleeve and watched the bandage soaking up the blood.

                “Oh my god,” Sam whispered in a high pitch voice.

                “Would you stop saying oh my god!?” I hissed.

                “Sorry...” She pursued her lips and moved beside me “What happened to you...?” Ha-ha, as if I’d tell her anything! Then again, what I tell her might get her killed. Eh, why the hell not spill the beans about everything that I know in this unhappy world?

                “You’re funny,” I snickered. Okay–maybe, I’m not that cruel. With a roll of her eyes she lifted herself up from and exited the room. The next minute, she came back, shut the door behind her and rested a first aid box on the ground. She opened it up with strict eyes facing me.

                “Open the cut,” She demanded. So she can kill me? Nah-uh, I don’t think so. I think I had enough of my share of life and death situations for this life time. I snorted as a reply. Sam gripped onto the palm of my hand and pulled it near her.

                “Let go!” I squealed.

                “Lexis! You can bleed out!” She exclaimed.

                “Since when do you care?”

                “I always did,”

                “Bull shit!”

                “Okay... Maybe not recently. I’m not so against you that I’d want you to die,”

                “Oh...really? Even if I assassinated the president?” I flashed a wide smile. Her eyes popped up and her purely tanned skin turned paper pale.

                “You...did...what?” She chocked.

                “You seriously believe...?”

                “You’re capable of doing it,”

                “Awe, thank you,”

                “That wasn’t a compliment.”

                “You just told me I had the skills of a pro assassin who can get away withonly a cut and a couple of burses after killing someone guarded with more than a hundred men. You can’t flattery me anymore than that,”

                “And this is the reason I decided to cut you off...”

                “Funny, that’s the same reason why we were best friends,” I smirked. I felt a sting of pain running through my injured arm. I didn’t notice at all that Sam was snitching it together. Okay, maybe I was downgrading the cut before at Javier’s. It did bleed a lot but it made me feel better thinking it didn’t and it wasn’t that bad. Well, it was nothing bad compared to him getting a bullet!

                “What happened?” She repeated.

                “Kidnapped by the mafia and then saved by an assassin,” I simply let it slip.

                “...no, really what happened?” She scoffed. She believed me about assassinating the president but didn’t believe I got kidnapped by some big group?

                “Damon had a crazy ex-girlfriend with a mucho brother,” I downgraded. 

                “You’re still with him?”

                “Yea, we’re kind of dating now actually.”

                “You s–”

                “–Lexis,” Seth’s voice burst into the room. I set a gentle but off smile for him “Hi.”

                “What are you doing here?” He asked.

                “Just bleeding,” I shrugged. I think they could both tell that I was starting to lose my mind. It may have been from the lack of blood. Sam finished off and wrapped a new bandage around my arm. Seth didn’t even give one recognition that his twin sister was in the room. I felt his imprint on the bed. I turned to face him and my jaw had dropped. His hair... What happened to his hair? What in the world had happened that made him do such a thing!?

                “Who. Are. You?” I spoke haunted.

                “I dyed my hair–what happened? Did he hurt you!?” He growled.

                “Mafia did it,”

                “Lexis!” He exclaimed.

                “No really, the mafia did!” I doubly blinked and moved my eyes the direction of Sam. We grew the silence in the room. Seth gave one glance over Sam and thought he understood the situation. I wasn’t kidding. A mafia-like group member kidnapped me. I thought it made me sound badass. Sam heavily sighed and left but not without mumbling swear words under her breath. The door was closed and I felt as if I was being trapped in a small room, with him, again. It hurt me to be sitting here with him after he lied to me about not loving me. Even if it wasn’t a lie. Why would he put it so harshly? It didn’t make any sense.

                “What did Damon do?” Seth whispered meeting my eyes. I was too busy staring at his hair to actually notice him. This was a bad time to dye his hair black.

                “Lexis!” He growled.

                “Nothing... Why...did...you dye your...?”

                “I swear to god that I’ll hunt him down if you don’t get rid of my accusations!”

                “Not if I have an assassin on my back,” I scoffed and saw the frustration over him. How could I say it? That I knew a secret that would probably

                “Why did you come here if you won’t tell me what’s going on?”

                “Because...” My voice cracked as I looked over his familiar eyes. Not even him... Telling him would be a bad idea. It’s not my secret to share.

                “I don’t know what to do,” I half sobbed allowing the tears to trickle down my cheek. Oblivious and all to the situation, he still pulled me gently embrace. Even all of this confront couldn’t make all my problems disappear. Nothing could make it disappear because it existed and I knew. How could I tell Damon the truth? If he knew the truth he’d go nuts, go after her, endanger his life, take revenge and completely forget everyone that is living in front of him. He won’t even bother to care or remember me after the truth.

                “Seth...” I muttered, sniffing and gripping onto him even tighter “I’m sorry.”

                “I know you are,” He sighed.

                “But you don’t even know what I’m talking about,”

                “About not noticing what I saw that you saw in him?”

                “Okay... Maybe you do,” I frowned and he chuckled. That wasn’t what I wanted to say though. I needed someone to rant to but how could I allow my weight fall onto Seth? Maybe on small secret wouldn’t kill us all.

                “I know a secret...” I began.

                “What kind?” He asked.

                “The kind that could get Damon killed,” I bit my lip “I’m sorry I mention him a lot but... I’m worried. I’m so scared. I could have died today. I almost got shot.” I could feel the tension building up in his muscles through my fingers. Seth’s anger also worried me if he’d do something stupid saying it’s ‘in the name of love.’

                I guess I was the kind of girl who’d go whine to her best friend about things like this. I almost got shot, yes, but Javier actually did get shot. I felt guilty for that too. I began to blabber the situation to Seth but left one part of it. I knew better than to tell him considering the secret may leak out, no matter how much I trust him. He held me tight and wouldn’t let go and with every line he grew angry that it was happening.

                “Lexis... we have to get you to the hospital. Tell Damon’s mom and stop involving yourself in the criminal world. I’m telling you this because I love you. I know it sounds cheesy but it’s true. Give up on your parents. They’re only putting you in danger,” He advised and I nodded no, just as he expected. I couldn’t give up. What Angelica said to me was surely a lie because she hadn’t met them...or so I think. She didn’t have the man power to kidnap my parents...or so I think. Because if she did. I’d smother her to death without even a second thought. That feeling scared me itself. It was human to feel for revenge and hate but I didn’t want to feel like I needed to get rid of her...forever.

                Seth immediately helped me out of the house and fibbed to his parents that we were only going out. We quickly borrowed his parents car and somehow Sam stubbornly forced herself to tag along. I was brought to the hospital and used them the old Bella Sawn excuse. I fell out the window. No worries, I’d never actually fall out the window. I don’t have that kind of talent. I was told it wasn’t too severe but it didn’t help that I had been in a car crash before. I was in the same hospital Damon’s mom was in but she had a more comfortable bed. Lucky for her... Then again, she had to go through a massacre.

                “I deserve better,” I frowned while shifting in many different positions around the bed. It was so uncomfortable and the smell of the hospital was even worse. Seth took a seat on the bed while Sam sat on a chair, flipping her phone on.

                “You aren’t a queen so they’re not going to treat you like one,” Sam snipped.

                “If you’re going to be rude, leave,” I growled.

                “Just saying a fact,”

                “Actually...” Seth dragged on with a flash of a smile toward his sister “Lexis, is sort of royal.”

                “I am?” I stared at him blankly.

                “You are,” He nodded. Awe, he thinks of me as his princess doesn’t he? What are you thinking Lexis? This is called cheating! I don’t want any misunderstandings like last time. He is strictly my best friend.

                “Daphne married to a prince, remember?” Seth dryly said. Oh...that’s right!

                “Oh, so I am royal!” I laughed and stuck out my tongue at Sam “My good-for-nothing-prostitute sister is actually more helpful than you!” Don’t judge me. I felt a little air headed.

                “You’re such a liar,” Sam scoffed.

                “No, really, you can check the records...or news perhaps? She’s married to Lucien, Damon’s cousin. Turned out he came here because he liked me but then...met my devil-be sister. I don’t know what he saw on her but I’m happy I have that British-buffoon not interested in me,” I smiled “I’m technically related to them and when I marry De–” I cut off my tongue for the sake of Seth and my false predications of the future. Seriously...? How could I think of actually being with Damon? He would be no much different than Nathan. He’d still go playing around with others, even if he’s out with me.

                “I still don’t believe you,” Sam muttered. A knock came after her voice but instead of waiting for a response, the door opened up. I almost felt excited but the excitement died once I saw who it was. The first one to come out the door was Lucien. Sam’s phone slipped through her fingers and her jaw dropped. Well, at least his arrival shut her up.

                “Lexis!” Essex voice screamed out of joy. I looked behind him and saw the little kid and felt joy and sorrow in the same time looking at him. The poor kid seemed so cheerful but I knew he still must be suffering from his parents death. The prostitute Daphne stood behind him. I looked over her hoping to see Damon but didn’t see anyone. I largely frowned. The damn jerk! He better have a damn good explanation for not being here before my sister!

                “Hey, how are you feeling?” Lucien flashed a charming smile “Damon is coming up. It’ll be awhile before he can actually arrive with that thing.” Essex and Lucien shared a laugh. So what happened? Is Essex staying with Lucien now? Technically, Lucien would be his legal guardian.

                “Thing?” Seth arched an eyebrow.

                “It’s probably stuck in the elevator,” Daphne replied, kissing her teeth. What the hell were they talking about? I don’t need anything from him, except his ass being up here!

                “What’s stuck?” I asked.

                “It’s something BIG! Dayday said you would like it. Did you make me friends yet? Dayday said you’d make them after school. Isn’t it after school!?” Essex blurt out. Once again, he managed to embarrass me. My cheeks lit bright as a tomato. I looked over at Seth beside me and found him staring at space.

                “No, we’re not making any friends. He’s lying,” I decided.

                “Awe!” Essex frowned and moved his finger at Seth “Can you make me friends with him then?” I practically chocked on my own spit.

                “Nope,” Seth responded...too quickly.

                “Why not?” I accidently blurt out. All eyes turned to me. Whoops... Cheating Lexis, cheating...! Come on, it’s kind of hard not to when we were just dating a while ago! I shouldn’t have said yes to Damon. It’s not a good idea while I’m still not over Seth.

                “Fine,” Seth smirked and winked “Let’s do it...now.”

                “Seth...” I sorrowfully started “I’m...”

                “I know,” He shrugged “I watched the show. I kind of predicted it. Don’t worry Lexi, I’ll still be around you.”

                “I thought you said you didn’t love her!” Sam exclaimed. All heads turned to her.

                “Who are you?” Lucien suspiciously asked.

                “She’s a mini-Daphne,” I snickered and Sam gave me a sharp look. Essex made a disgusted sound. OH MY! I’ve taught him well haven’t I!? I barely see the kid and he’s already been taught my good manners!

                “What is taking him so long?” I frowned and decided to sit up. Seth laid his hand over my shoulder to gently pull me down to the bed to rest. Despite him assuring I should rest, I sat up and raised from the bed. Walking around in pain was better than just sitting there and waiting for him to never return. Yikes...never return. He better...

                I marched down the hallway and then stopped frozen on my tracks. I huffed air, folded my eyes and watched from the distance. My worries and my predications of him are known to be true. I shouldn’t be surprise. It’s not like I haven’t seen him do this about a million times. This is the reason his parents hired me. To stop him from his toxic habit of dating and kissing random girls. Watching as his babysitter and watching as his girlfriend kiss another girl, are completely different things. As his babysitter, it’s expected that he’d do something rebellious. As his girlfriend, it’s called cheating.

                Here, I thought he would be worried about me, demand the FBI to track me, and probably be there to almost get shot...yet he’s kissing another girl as if I was nothing. Apparently, I’m not the cure to his disease.

                What did you expect Lexis?

                                I don’t know. Maybe I’d be the one to make him want to quit?

                He’s a player. After having thousands of girls around him, you’d think he’d quit?

                                I guess not...

                Did Nathan stop?

                                Not really

                Can a smoker just stop?

                                No...

             It’s his addiction.                          

                “Bastard,” I muttered. His mouth was in some other girls mouth. His eyes closed, her arms went through his hair as she moaned in pleasure. He would pull her back every time she wanted to speak. I felt the hurt digging a hole in me. Yea, here I was, worried for him, almost died and he was kissing some other girl like he’s known her forever.

                I felt tears threatening to come out. If a girl he’s known for a long time faced him, he’d leave me in a snap, because he’s not like me who’d gave up their best friend’s love. What was I even thinking about saying he wins? Obviously, I’m not going to get my happy ending with him. It’s so damn obvious and I completely forgot the reality of it! He’s not going to stop. Not for me. Not for anyone. Unless it’s his dead ex-girlfriend. I turned my back on him with a heal. Perhaps I’ll stick to my first decision after all. Stay away from Seth and Damon.

                “Psycho!” The Demon called. I continued to walk forward until he ran up to me, and turned me around. I bared the anger into one fist.

                “Don’t touch me,” I spoke through my teeth.

                “What the hell was that for? I woke up and you were gone. You fucking gave me a heart attack. The FBI wouldn’t listen to me so I called the president. By the way, he says, ‘don’t scare your boyfriend to death again or he’ll alert the whole world and cause world war 3!’” He shouted.

                “I’m sure you did and I was kidnapped you dick!” I spat “And tell the president that I don’t have a fucking boyfriend!”

                 “He’d like to talk to you at 10:31 pm. Besides, you perfectly said that I won,” He sourly reminded.

                “You won alright. I like you but that doesn’t change the fact you’ll still be in some other girls mouth even if we’re going out,” I snide.

                “Oh...” He bit his lip.

                “That’s all you can say?” I narrow my eyes “OH!? Demon, if we’re dating you can’t kiss, flirt, or give special attention any other girl but me.”

                “There’s enough of me to go around,” he smiles.

                “No, there isn’t,”

                “Why...?”

                “Because having a girlfriend means you devote all of yourself to her. I almost got shot and you’re here kissing some girl! Do you know how bad that is?”

                “You got what?” He grew pale.

                “Yea, I almost died. I was kidnapped because of you and your bad habits. Because one of your fucking ex-girlfriends was a psychopath and was jealous!”

                “Lexis–”

                “–and guess who saved me? Javier. I thought it was you who found me and took the bullet. I was so happy it wasn’t. I was so worried that it was you who would be injured. And when I was scared to death I was still thinking of you. When I’m out there kidnapped, you thought about yourself–”

                “I didn’t–”

                “–I thought maybe, just maybe, a miracle happened and I could like you and not be heart broken in the process. That’s impossible isn’t it? You and Nathan are the same. I’m not going to spend my whole life waiting for you to stop. I can’t and I won’t. I’m sick of it! I can’t even think right now because I lost a lot of blood! I really, really liked you and you’d just keep doing idiotic things. Even if I’m on your mind you’re still touching other girls. I don’t want you to be thinking of me when you’re with other girls,” I finished and didn’t notice that I cried out a river while speaking. It was the time of the month. I’m so sure of it. It had to be. There is no other explanation for this unless I was abducted by aliens and they forced these words out of my mouth.

                “I’m sorry,” He simply said and nothing more. He took a further more toward me. When I dared to look his eyes, I saw a single tear in his eyes. That’s more that I’ve ever seen from the Demon. At that same moment, we just hugged each other despite I felt the need to beat him up for putting me through this. I was right about one thing. Angelica wouldn’t have done all those things if he didn’t play around so much with other girls. He faced me and wiped his tear away.

                “You were crying,” I pointed.

                “No, I got...something in my eye,” he doubly blink.

                “Just admit it,” I said “or I won’t accept your apology.”

                “Fine... I did. There was even a flood at the hotel from my tears thanks to you. By the way how this was set up, I thought they were going to do the same thing to you as they did to her. She may have died psycho but at least I met you,” He smiled. Awe... But...did he actually mean that or was he just saying it to make me feel better? He didn’t see me in her did he? He wanted me more right? Oh shut Lexis and stop ruining the moment!

                “That’s cute,” I mentioned.

                “I’m sexy, not cute,” he frowned.

                “Cuter, but you know what’s not cute?”

                “What?”

                “You kissing another freaking girl!”  

                “I’m sorry. I’ll stop. I didn’t think it would matter because you’re the only thing that’s real to me,”

                “Nice try, I heard that line before,”

                “Where?”

                “Nathan,”

                “Bastard...”

                “Fantasy can never be lost but reality can. So, if I really am the only real thing, don’t lose me because I will leave you.”

                “I should sign you up for poetry,”

                “Demon!”

                “I’ll stop. I swear. I’m practically married to you since I allowed you to use the car... Now can we go find a private room and make Essex some friends like I promised him?” He flashed a smile. That deserved a slap but I was injured.

                “I can’t. I broke a rib, have a cut on my wrist and have a lot of burses,” I reminded.

                “Tell me who it was, and I’ll find them,” he promised and fluttered a light smile “We’ll make love later.” Ha-ha-ha!

                “In your dreams,” I scoffed.

                “Always,” He winked and my jaw dropped. Then he took a step back from me and then start going toward the elevator, that was apparently stuck open. He struggled to pull out the thing and it was a gaint chocolate panda. Oh yea, I'm in love with him alright. 

                You’ve got to love happy endings right? The demon ends up with the psycho. All I knew is we were far from perfect. The lies I held and the lies he held are still between us. My parents are still missing. Angelica still remained a secret and so is the other thing that I can’t even dare to think about. It’s not the end. Only the middle. I’m not a princess, he’s not a prince. He’s the demon and I’m the psycho. Can two creatures possibly have an happy ending together?

The demon aimed for her soul and ended up with her heart.                

                                                The end

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