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commouvere (v) to stir, to touch, to move the stars
[origin : italian]
o c t o b e r t w e n t y t h i r d
"Okay, the time of death can be calculated by various reason. One is rigor mortis, Latin for 'the stiffness of death'. Another indication is livor mortis or lividity. What does this term refer to?"
"Isn't it the gravitational pooling of blood," I said more than I questioned.
"I don't know, honestly, why we're here right now," he chuckled, shaking his head.
"What do you mean?" I ask, my eyebrows scrunched.
"Adrianna, we've been going at this for an hour and a half, and you know all the right answers; you literally have not messed up any of the questions I've asked you. And with the way we're going right now, you're way better than I was last year. How could you be failing?"
I frowned, looking down at my chipping matte gray painted nails that were resting on my lap. And I really thought about what he said and how true it was. This was our third time this week hanging out and getting tutored by him and every time, Phoenix has been unbelievably patient with me, yet I knew all the information. He asked me all sorts of questions, questions from previous AP exams, questions from Princeton's Review textbooks, and I knew it all. I just knew everything.
Currently, we were on the South Beach strip, sitting outside of this café, Electric Light, and we were sitting across each other on the bright orange bistro set, lost in our own little world as all the other surrounding tables consisted of people, couples even of another world, probably far away from ours. Phoenix had a few textbooks and some test booklets in front of him while I had my notebook and Muji pen laying front of me. There was a basket of cheesy bread in between us and while he had a café mélange in front of him, I had a Thai Iced Tea Float.
"Adrianna," he snapped me out of my thoughts. My eyes locked with his and he was staring at me with concern in his eyes.
"Got lost in my thoughts," I murmured, sipping on my float, "But, I guess I do know all the information. I just get crippling anxiety during quizzes and tests. I get unbelievably nervous, and I start to tremble slightly, my palms start to sweat. And it's just like everything gets to my head. I-I don't know what everything is, but it's like there's a million and one things on my head when I have a quiz or test in front of me.
"And then, this is extremely stupid - I know - but when I'm taking a test or quiz, I feel like everyone's - someone's - watching me, and as soon as I choose my answer, it's the wrong one and they're laughing and criticizing me. And if I don't know the answer to one question, I feel like I just failed the entire test or that I won't know the answers to the questions for the rest of the test."
"But you know what? You're clearly a fighter. You still go to school everyday, you work hard, harder than probably every senior around us. I can see that, and though I don't approve of you overworking yourself, you do. You always hand in assignments on time, and though you procrastinate the hell out of your work at times, you stay up at ungodly hours of the night finishing it. You take every quiz and test, even though you feel like dying; Adrianna, you work hard. And maybe not everyone can see that, but I can, Pyper can, Blake can, Judah, Marl, Talon, they all see it.
"You're calc's golden girl, and maybe you are battling this crippling anxiety in every class, but it could be that forensics, physics, and psych is just you're weakness. And let me tell you something, étoile filante.
"You have a test tomorrow, let's say. But you're sitting in your room, studying endlessly for hours on end. At the same time however, you're having a panic attack, you're anxiety is skyrocketing, you're biting your nails, pulling out your hair. You're on the verge of crying. Let. Go. Your mental health will always mean more than just some stupid test whether it be high school or college. Do not lose sleep over this. Close your books, go in your kitchen and have a take out a tub of Ben & Jerry's. Sit on your couch, snuggle in a blanket, and watch tv. So what if you bloody fail that test with a 67? Because in ten years, what are you going to remember, the failing test grade? Or your unstable mental health?"
I just stared at him, quite breathless. His wise beyond years attitude was enough to take my breath away. And the way he spoke, so confident, there were the undertones that he had been through all this at a way younger age.
"That was really helpful, Phoenix, thank you," I said softly.
"Of course," he smiled, "Now, how about we call it off for today and go walk along the strip?"
"I'd love to," I return the smile as we both began packing our books in our Vans backpacks. Twins? His was checkered black and white while mine was a fading lavender, cerulean, and dusty pink.
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"I want some," I pouted, looking over at Phoenix. We were currently in some shop on the strip, a tourist seeming shop - there were little trinkets, jewelry and artsy beach decor and sorts. What caught my eye were tiny glass jars filled with sand and tiny seashells and then there were empty glass jars to collect sand on your own and fill it with tiny seashells. Guess I'm going across the street into the beach to get sand afterwards.
"No one's stopping you," Phoenix smirked. He was standing at the end of the aisle - just a few feet away from me - leaning on the shelf. His shoulders and built were as broad as the aisle itself, he blocked anyone who wanted to enter the aisle.
I huffed, "I need a basket to put it inside."
He put his hands up and backed away with a huge smile on his face, returning seconds later with a small basket to put what I wanted inside.
"Choose as you please, my dear," he laughed.
"I hate you," I muttered and he threw his head back laughing. He looked absolutely sexy, so young and carefree, it was a completely different look from his usual scowl and cold eyes.
I picked two tiny glass jars, one reading Las Olas and the other reading South Beach. Then I handpicked tiny seashells of different styles, shapes, and colors; it was almost impossible as most of them were chipped or broken. And lastly, as I picked little broken pieces of sea glass, Phoenix stood alongside me picking tiny white starfish and sand dollars. He has nice taste.
We walked up to the register and the dainty elder lady smiled at us, her eyes shining with stars and crinkling in the corners. She looked graceful and serene as she wrapped the glass in newspaper and packed it in a bag for us. I want to be passionate and genuinely happy like that in my life one day.
The total was $33.93 and just as I was pulling out my wallet, Phoenix handed the lady his credit card. I turned to him, pouting, and he just smiled a boyish smile.
"You two are an adorable couple," the elder before us said faintly. Before I could say anything, Phoenix wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me flush against his body, "I know," he said softly, "My girlfriend is unbelievably divine," he finished off in a low voice and leaned his head on mine. My face turned cerise and I was feeling terribly heated in the moment, so I turned my head into his chest with hopes that I'd be hiding my face. The lady handed Phoenix our bag along with his card and the receipt and he pulled away from me to put the plastic bag in my backpack.
Just as he wrapped his arm around my waist again, a gunshot was heard, along with the shattering of glass and the small woman screamed. She was frightened as she ran for a room in the back of the shop and disappeared. Panic rose within me, consuming my entirety and I was about to start hyperventilating.
"Fuck," Phoenix swore under his breath and looked out the shop.
"Phoenix, what's going on," I asked in a quiet and wavering voice.
He looked back at me, - whipping his head around so fast, it's wonders he didn't get whiplash - his eyes dark, "We're going to sprint to my car on my count to three. Just right across the street, can you do that," I heard the fear in his voice, but I nodded without a second thought, "This is dangerous business and we can't talk about it here and now. We don't have time," he said quite breathlessly as another gunshot was heard, this time, knocking a row of mason jars, cracking them all. Holy forking fruitcake.
"One.
"Two.
"Three, come on Adrianna, I can't lose you now," he said through gritted teeth and grabbed my hand as we broke into a full sprint.
It was like everything happened in slow motion as we ran literally across the street to his car. I heard two more gunshots fire off and saw them pass us by as they missed me by just a few inches. My heartbeat was erratic, my anxiety soared through the sky, and the panic rolled off of me like the waves of an ocean as I felt a panic attack hitting me. I ran around to shotgun and he fumbled with the keys for a few seconds before he got the car open and we tumbled in. He wasted not a second before he started the engine and floored the gas pedal. He could get a ticket or two for this right? My mind was thinking about anything but the situation we were currently in right now. I thought of things to make me laugh, but all I wanted was to cry. I almost fucking died.
We were in the perfect scenario to die right now, neither of us had on seat belts and Phoenix was driving recklessly wild. We were out of South Beach and back in Hollywood in fifteen minutes. How? I have no idea whatsoever.
"How are you feeling, Adrianna," Phoenix asked breathlessly, but I heard the underlying tone of worry in his voice as he stopped at the red light this time. I pulled on the seat belt as did he and just took a deep breath.
"I know you're scared," his voice merely a whisper. His next action took me by surprise, he took my hand in his and intertwined them, resting them on the center console.
"I-I almost died," I said almost inaudibly, looking down at our hands. His hand tightened at my words and I felt him tense. I felt a wave of nervousness settle in my stomach along with the feeling of wanting to laugh as how those were the first words out of my mouth.
"I swear on all things holy, I would never let that happen, Adrianna," he said in one very promising tone, turning his head slightly to look at me before focusing back on the road.
I only nodded and squeezed his hand with my tiny one, believing him with everything I had. Truth is, I had not even the slightest idea of what was coming.
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(halloween looks for them ! ^)
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h a l l o w e e n
o c t o b e r t h i r t y f i r s t
It's been a week and two days since that attack - or whatever you'd call it - happened at South Beach. Phoenix hasn't acknowledged it once and he's either acting like nothing ever happened and refusing to acknowledge it or he forgot. And I'm pretty sure it's the former.
It's Halloween today, school's over, and Pyper and I are currently in her room getting ready for a party later and presumably the guys are doing the same in theirs.
I was getting dressed and she was still in the shower. I was being completely bold and going as Lara Croft from Tomb Raider and from what Pyper has laid out for herself, she was going as an Egyptian Mummy.
I got started on my makeup, my eyes, starting off with brushing white highlight in the corners of my eye and then lining my lids with black eye pencil, once that it was done, I rubbed it lightly to make it look smeared and give my eyes a dark look. And lastly I put on mascara, I totally went all out with that.
I painted my lips with a dark metallic red and then got started with a messy braid. Pyper walked out in her undergarments and started towards her bed but once her eyes fell on me, she stopped in tracks.
"Holy shit sis!" She exclaimed, "You look sexy, my brother's gonna go batshit crazy tonight," she winked. My jaw dropped and I stared at her, "Pyper, what the hell?!"
She only winked again with a cheeky smile before continuing to her bed and starting on her complicated outfit.
"Oh, I'm gonna need you to do the design on my arm, Pype," I said as I tied the end of my braid and set the two strand of hair in my face and left little strands hanging on the side.
"Of course Adri, but you're also gonna have to help me with my hair cause your hands are too blessed with doing braids," she huffed out dramatically.
"Aw, it's okay, not all of us can be blessed," I mocked.
"Bitch," she muttered.
"Okay, I'm not helping you, bye," I throw my hands up with a huge smile.
"No, no, no, Adriiiiii," she dragged my name.
"I'll reconsider it," I said, staring at her with a straight face and she pouted.
She huffed again before a look wonder crossed her face. "We're using what to do the design on your arm again?"
"We have the choice, which ever is easier for you. Either the eye pencil because it comes out smooth or the body paint, but that shit takes a while to dry and it is messy at times."
"I'll go with the eye pencil. We did buy fifteen for a reason right," she chuckled and I laughed.
She wrapped her arms and then a thin strip around her neck a few times and she was done. She looked badass, Talon's gonna have a hard time keeping lingering eyes off her. Wait did I just say that? God bless me, it was all in my head.
She walked over to me and grabbed a pencil before starting the design on my left arm. It took her fifteen minutes to get it perfect and she then use her thumb to smear little marks on my shoulder. My right arm, scribbled a bit with the pencil before using her thumb again to smear my entire arm to give it a dirty look. And finally she used the pencil to smear a line or two along my collarbone and on my cleavage. We used nine pencils, oh my, but a mi me gusta ay. I laced up my combat boots and I was done.
She left me now and got started on herself. First she put in two different colored contacts and then she used a blend of black and purple eyeshadow and eye pencil to give her eyes an extreme smoky look. Well then, she must really want to get Talon jealous. I really had to hold in my laughter since I said that in my head and thankfully Pyper didn't notice.
She did her eyebrows, and applied a very heavy layer of highlight on her face with a little bit of pink eyeshadow around her already-done eyeshadow blend. And lastly, she kept her lips a baby pink lip-glass.
She looked over at me, sitting on her vanity chair and I smirked, walking over to her. I grabbed a hair brush and a bottle of Pantene Styler and a piece of cloth she used to wrap her body in. And I got started with her braid.
Fifteen minutes later, after a shitload of complaining and whining, and using almost all of the styler, she was almost done, all that was left to do was to smear some black on her skin to give her a dirty look as well along with putting on her white stilettos.
•
Walking down the spiral staircase together, we made our presence known, the aura around us screamed 'don't fuck with us.'
I felt Phoenix's eyes burning through me, but I refused to meet his gaze. Blake was the one who made it clear we were here.
"Holy fuck, Adrianna," he breathed out amidst the silence of the mansion. All the guys' eyes turned in my direction and my eyes fell upon Talon's first, my expectations being fulfilled, his eyes were already raking Pyper's body.
"Holy fuck indeed, étoile filante," Phoenix's voice made my eyes snap in his direction and our eyes locked with each other. He broke it off first, his eyes trailing over my body in appreciation. It made me hot and bothered, and certainly flustered.
I looked him over, eye-raping him for sure and I felt the blush creep on my cheeks. His look, Casanova, definitely fit his personality and I could've laughed if I wasn't so turned on and affected right now. Phoenix could be Casanova of the twenty-first century with his smoldering looks, and his lustful gazes that could make any girl cream their panties, and his godlike physique.
I pulled my eyes away from him a bit forcefully, though I'm sure he knew I was staring at him. Blake went for a Toni Mahfud inspired skull look. And my lord, this boy overdosed the fucking makeup. I can't lie, the makeup was done to absolute perfection and he did look almost as hot as his brother, but there was always something about Blake in my eyes that gave him a boyish look, making him look adorable. These Worthington's and their perfect looks! His outfit itself was a jet black velvet suit.
Talon went for an indie grunge skull look with black jeans and a black leather jacket, Marlowe went for a rugged and messy look, - crisp white dress shirt, unbuttoned black silk suit jacket, silk black dress pants and an undone tie - reminding me of Damon Salvatore. And Judah, he looked like the epitome of a womanizer. Decked out in an all black suit and tie (despite the picture above, I wanted the white dress shirt to be black) and a black magician's hat, his facial makeup gave him the womanizer look.
"Adrianna," my eyes snapped to boy, no, the man, in front of me. His hand went around my bare waist and he pulled me flush around his body.
"Hello Lara Croft," he whispered sexily in my ear.
"My Casanova," I replied in the same tone, my voice almost, almost coming out as a moan. I closed my eyes and leaned into him. I lost myself in him.
"Mm, yes baby, yours," he kissed my cheek and his grip around my waist tightened. I froze as I realized what I said, what I called him, but he didn't seem to mind at all.
My eyes fell upon the gang, they were all watching us intently, trying to listen into Phoenix and I's conversation, but by the looks on their face, they had no clue and they were just taken aback by watching our movements.
"You're riding with me and you're staying by my side tonight, étoile filante," he said with a louder voice, making no room for objections, from anyone.
We all headed outside, Phoenix walking me out with his hand was around my waist, and Talon walking Pyper out with his arm around her waist. If things couldn't be more obvious between those two, I swear.
•
Arriving at the party, the streets were lined with cars and the music echoed through the air. Well shit. We all met up outside of the mansion the party was in before walking inside together. The party was in full swing and it was wild. Red solo cups were all over the place, it was dark, save for the orange fairy lights hanging from the ceiling and one lofty chandelier in the middle of the highest ceiling in the mansion.
Everywhere you looked, there were drunk bodies against each other, teenagers making out, and a whole lot of drinks being knocked back.
Phoenix wasted no time in pulling us away from the gang and onto the dance floor. We hit it off right away, his hands gripping my waist and my hands around his neck. The current song was So Simple by Marc E. Bassy and our bodies moved to the rhythm. We had eyes on us, that I know, but I got lost in the music and being his hold, I could care less. His hands trailed down lower, resting on my ass, and he pulled us close together - close enough that our bodies were aligned. It was scary how much I allowed myself to give into him, if this had been anyone else, I would've slapped them and pushed them away before they could think of even holding my hand.
Chase Atlantic's Swim came on right after and I turned around, pressing my back against Phoenix's chest and moving sensually against his body. I let go of myself with him, letting him care for me and as his hands moved up and down my body, I grew bolder and far more confident. Mitchel's voice sang Oh, what a cop out. You picked a dance with the devil and you lucked out, as I was grinding on Phoenix's rock hard erection. I leaned my head back on his shoulder and moved ferociously against him, eliciting moans from the back of his throat. And I had the pleasure of knowing I affected him this way and that I was the only one hearing his moans. The song itself, which I'm sure he knew, was a sexual innuendo and it only heightened my want to be against him.
We danced to a few more songs and then some before we finally gave in to our tired bodies and retreated to the kitchen. We met up face to face with Pyper, Talon, Marl, and Judah. And Hunter. They all had a glass in their hands and they were all laughing, save for Judah who looked a bit tense.
"Well if it isn't the star crossed dancers," Talon said with a smirk, causing all of them to direct their attention to Phoenix and I.
"We killed it out there, didn't we," Phoenix asked with a challenging tone as his hand on my waist tightened. I didn't have to look at him to know he was smirking, I just leaned into him, hoping the blush didn't show too much on my face.
"Oh yes," Marl smirked. "You guys definitely killed it out there with the way Adrianna was grinding on you, Worthington," Hunter, who went for a classic vampire with bloodshot eyes, finished with a huge smirk on his face.
"Hunter Alexander, my asshole of a best friend," I grinned obnoxiously before forcefully pulling away from Phoenix's arms and running into Hunter's open ones.
"Adrianna Ellington, my slut of a best friend," he grinned back just as obnoxiously.
"Was that really the best you could come up with," I ask rhetorically as we pulled away.
"Right, because 'asshole' is so much more original," he said flatly.
"Exactly, because it is," I snicker.
Phoenix caught me off guard, pulling me back against his body and keeping his arm around my waist firmly. He reached for a glass Judah held out for him and took a swig. I took the red cup from his hand, our fingers brushing lightly, and knocked back a mouthful. The sensation of Long Island Iced Tea hit the back of my throat and burned slightly, but tasted okay nevertheless.
"You made my best friend yours already?" Hunter asked with incredulity as the group stared as us sharply.
"God no," Phoenix dismissed the question with a laugh, "Not yet, étoile filante," he whispered in my ear with a very promising tone and I knew I was blushing.
Though the gang looked at us constantly, as if they were slowly prying away layers to discover some supposedly hidden secret, conversation flowed within us all in an euphonious seeming way.
We were all laughing - hell, even Phoenix and Judah were - at a story Hunter was telling when Blake ran in looking frantic.
"Frère, nous avons un problème," he breathed out, gripping his brother's shoulder. I felt Phoenix tense behind me and his arm clutched my waist even tighter.
"Que diable se passe-t-il?" Phoenix said with a questioning tone. I don't understand a damn word, but fuck if I don't love him speaking another language.
"Aleksander and Belarusev are here. Right now."
"Putain de bâtard, c'est des conneries," he said through gritted teeth.
"The Worthington's. What a lovely surprise," a guy cleared his throat behind us. Pyper, Talon, Marl, Judah, and Hunter were already facing whoever they were and the looks on their faces weren't one of delight. Phoenix, Blake and I turned around simultaneously and Blake wrapped his arm around my waist, leaving me in the middle and in the arms of two guys. Two guys who would protect me. Across from us, there stood a guy with a girl under his arm. They were dressed in all black and their heights only made them seem more threatening.
And then my eyes fell upon the guys right hand.
A gun.
I kept my face clear of any emotion I was feeling and cursed in four different languages in my head.
Fuck.
Mierda.
Der'mo.
La dracu.
Knulla.
Sorry, five languages. I was fucking losing my shit at the moment. There was a guy, with a gun, and the two boys next to me seemed as calm as the night sky.
"Kakva krasiva boginya vie dvamata spodelyate," the guy said with a sinister smirk. (What a beautiful goddess you both share.)
"What the hell do you want, Aleksander," Phoenix growled beside me.
"I thought you already knew," the guy, Aleksander, feigned confusion.
"For fucks sake," Phoenix breathed and I knew he was on the edge, it was just a matter of seconds before he flipped shit.
"Give it to us, Worthington," the girl, Belarusev, stated in nonchalance.
"And if I don't?" Phoenix threw back in a challenging tone.
"You're really trying me here, Worthington," Aleksander narrowed his eyes.
"And if I don't?" Phoenix repeated in a menacing tone.
"Simple," Aleksander shrugged, "I kill her," he said in complete nonchalance and raised his gun, aiming at me.
Oh, I'm really going to die tonight. This is wonderful.
Phoenix, nor Blake, removed their arms from me and Aleksander's fingers moved along the trigger. He's going to fucking pull it. Holy fuck.
I turned my head into Phoenix's chest, a small and barely audible whimper leaving my lips, but before I did, I caught a glance of Blake pulling out a gun from god knows where. And as I turned my head into Phoenix's chest, I saw Judah pull out a gun of his own. What the fuck is actually happening?
"Give it up Aleks, you're not gonna win against us," Phoenix stated in nonchalance. How the hell can he be that calm?
"You don't think I'll do it, Worthington?"
"Not at all," and as two shots were fired, I closed my eyes.
And I lost myself in the darkness.
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t h r e e h o u r s l a t e r
I woke up with a throbbing headache and completely lost. Goddamn migraine. I sat up slowly and looked around the current room I was in. For starters, I was not in my bedroom. This room was painted navy blue, and I was in a king sized bed in the middle of it. There was no light, save for the moonlight streaking through the window and a small, but dull lamp on the nightstand. Where in hell am I?
Glancing down at myself, I was no longer in my outfit, but a pair of Calvin Klein boxers and an oversized Malibu Rum crewneck. Oh fuck don't tell me I'm in a strangers bed. My anxiety rose by the seconds passing by and I began to think to think of every possibly scenario. The last I could remember was taking a sip of Phoenix's drink and after that, everything is blank. Everything's foreign to me right now, the room I'm in, the clothes I'm in, everything and I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. And my migraine was only getting worse. Fuck my life.
Moments later, someone steps out of what seemed to be the bathroom, shirtless and just in a pair of shorts. Phoenix. I watch him quietly, his tattoos on full display and his muscles flexing every now and then, as he moves around the room, hanging his towel on a rack behind the bedroom door, picking up clothes from the ground and throwing it in a basket and then his eyes snap to mine.
"Étoile filante," he rasped out, rushing toward me. He made his way from the foot side of the bed, to where I was sitting against the headboard with my hands on a pillow resting on my lap.
"You're trembling," he whispered, taking my hands in his.
"I-I was scared I was somewhere else," I barely whisper, letting tears fall.
"No, no, you're okay, Adrianna. You're right here, right now, with me, in my room" he wiped my damp cheeks and pulled me into his chest. I cried, I cried without an end for some time before stopping altogether. I wanted to scream now, the once dull throbbing pain of my migraine just turned into a pounding headache. And what increased my headache even more was thinking of why I didn't recognize Phoenix's room.
"I need excedrin," I said with a dry throat. He nodded and got off the bed, picking me up bridal style in his arms like I weighed nothing.
"D-did you change me," I ask with a small voice before we left his room.
"Yeah," he cleared his throat, clearly taken aback, "I didn't think it was right to leave you in those clothes, but I didn't take off your undergarments, don't worry," and I breathed out in relief.
"What time is it, Phoenix," I question again as he walked us downstairs.
"It would be three in the morning, Adrianna," he answered with a cheeky smile. My eyes widened and I felt my heart drop, the action not going unnoticed by him.
"What? What's wrong?"
"You're up at this ungodly hour because of me," I whisper, looking down and refusing to meet his eyes.
"Don't worry about that Adrianna," he said in a bit of a condescending tone. "I'd always make sure you were okay, better than okay, before going to sleep myself," he told me as we walked in the kitchen. He set me down gently on a bar stool and I rested my head in my arms on the island counter. See, now what I didn't know, and what I was completely oblivious to, was the fact that the entire gang was surrounding me, watching me. It wasn't until Phoenix shook me slightly to give me a glass of water with an Excedrin that I saw them all.
"Oh fuck," I stated and downed the pill and glass of water, "You're all up because of me."
"But of course, we're not gonna go to sleep not knowing if you're okay or not," Talon stated and they all nodded in agreement.
"And if I hadn't woken up until the morning?"
"We would've had your arse in the hospital darling," Blake shot back.
"You really scared us back at the party, Adri," Hunter said in a quieter voice. Oh my god, he's here too.
"What exactly happened? Because after I took a drink from Phoenix's cup, everything is basically lost," I looked at them completely lost.
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They all explained what happened and nearing the end of the story, my anxiety climbed up the roof again.
"Wh-why'd they have a gun? And what did they want?" I look directly at Phoenix this time, though I'm sure I looked helpless.
"Adrianna, there's something you've got to know about us, but Hunter isn't part of it" Judah stated a bit somberly.
"And that is," I ask with a perfectly arched eyebrow.
"It's a bit confidential actually," Marlowe answered.
"We tell you this and you have to, no, you need to swear to secrecy that it will never be repeated," Talon intervened.
"If we're telling her this, she's going to have to sign the oath, but we'll forget the blood ritual, we haven't done that in ages," Blake said with a warning tone.
"Adrianna, we tell you this, and it'll be the biggest secret you keep and carry with you," Pyper stated, staring directly into my eyes.
"Hit me with it," I mutter. I didn't really think there could be a deeper secret than carrying around the one in which you watched your mother burn alive.
"Adrianna, simply put, you repeat this to anyone, I don't give a fuck who it is, you're as good as dead," Phoenix finally said with a sinister tone.
"Phoenix," Blake gritted through his teeth with anger.
"I'm only stating what the honest truth is, aren't I brother," Phoenix mocked.
"Just fucking tell me already, goddamnit," I said, slowly losing my patience as my migraine was only worsening, damn excedrin didn't work, "I swear on all things holy and my grandparents, if they're even alive and wherever they are, that I'm not to share this with another soul. And if you'd like me drop my blood on a burning coal, well, by all means," I wave my hand in the air.
"And if I do happen to share whatever the hell this confidential information is, my life is in your hands along with a gun," I said in nonchalance since that just seemed to be an ongoing thing tonight.
"I think she just signed herself over to us," Blake looked over at his brother who was looking at me.
"Adrianna," Phoenix breathed deeply.
"We're in a gang."
And for the second time tonight, I felt myself succumbing to the darkness.
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+via jake miller
parked on the side of mulholland drive. it's just you and i and these city lights
«author's note»
this chapter came out way longer than i thought :))
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