I watched his thin, pink lips move as he spoke to Jaxon. His eyes held so much interest... or was it lust? I don't know really, but Jared did look good tonight -- facial wise. He was dressed like a hobo. He wore T-shirt which hung loosely on his body, hiding all of his perfect features, and a pair of black jeans. Okay, frankly, it wasn't as bad as I said before, now that I actually think about it. I guess I'm just bummed out about the fact that his top was so baggy and he showed off nothing. As usual, his soft, curly hair was in a short ponytail behind his head. 

Jared and Jaxon were one seat away from me, talking about whatever they were talking about, which I found was horrible timing. People are looking for him and he doesn't even seem to care. His only care in the world seems to be the guy in front of him, and it just happens to be Jaxon. I sighed and looked around the place we were. We were in that closed off part of the club where I supposed the important people are. Here people had their own personal dancers... or strippers, I really don't know. There were some making out, others just looking on at the dancer in front of them and others doing things that I'm not supposed to see. Up here was darker than downstairs, so I guess they supposed no one could see them. But then again, no one actually cares if you're getting sucked off by a dancer up here.

I moved from my seat so I could stand in front of the two. "Are you going to dance, babe?" Jared asked.

"No. I need to get you to the people who want you so I could get on with my life and try not to die," I speak icily. Jared stared up at me and his smirk was wiped off of his face. 

"What makes you think I'll go with you, Sebastian? I don't want to be part of whatever's going on in your life."

"Jared, just give them what they want!" I tell him, feeling the annoyance climbing up my spine slowly. He chuckled and stood up, "Now why would I do that? Huh?"

"What is it exactly that you have?" Jaxon stood also. Jared turned to him, looking as though he was contemplating his answer. "Uh let's just say it's pretty important and if they have it, it'll reek havoc."

"So you just plan to hide out here forever?" I asked. 

"I'm not hiding out, love, I'm having fun. If they really wanted me, they would have come." I stared at him with narrowed eyes. I don't know yet if I hate Jared right now, and if I do, I don't think I know why. After Ely found out about us, Jared 'left' town and we never spoke after that. I don't think we hated each other, so I think I don't hate him.... actually, I think that's a lie. I do hate him. He ruined my life. It's his fault I'm here right now. If he'd just give the people what they want, then we wouldn't be in this situation.

Just as I opened my mouth to say something, the sound of a gunshots going off ripped through my ear as if I was right next to a firework display, with no ear protection. The ear-splitting 'bang' of the first gunshot seemed to echo in my mind for a good minute or so, and I felt frozen. That is until someone grasped my upper arm and tugged me along. I was still in shock, but I forced my feet to move along so I'd catch up with the two other bodies in front of me.

Jared led the way, while Jaxon pulled me by my wrist to follow them faster. I think my heart stopped and shriveled up into absolute nothingness, and I prayed I could do the same thing. We went down a narrow, steep stairs and I felt as though I was about to fall over from how scared I was and how fast we were moving. I could still hear gunshots from in the club and I wondered why. Why were they killing people? Those people are innocent, they had nothing to do with this.

I could barely process my thoughts before I was pulled through a door then down a narrow hall. The walls of the halls were painted in a dingy green color, with some of the paint chipping and random words or names sprayed on, and the lights in the hall flickered once every five seconds. We rushed out of the hallway and ended up in an underground car park. Jared randomly went to a vehicle and pulled open the back door and demanded that we got in. Neither Jaxon nor I protested. Jared leaned down beneath the steering wheel and removed something which I know nothing of.

I stared at him with furrowed eyebrows, while my mind was going crazy. He's taking way too long to do this. We're going to die. Whoever killed those people are going to come down here and find us. We're going to get killed. Why is this taking so long? Beads of perspiration ran down my back and forehead and my hands were trembling violently. My heart raced like a runaway train, going faster and faster by the second. Jaxon, who was close by me, snuck his hand to mine and held it comfortingly. I wish I could say that helped me, but it didn't. Not by much at least. 

My eyes were trained on Jared as he struggled to start the car. The sudden sound of someone shouting Jared's name has me looking away, in the direction we just came from. I didn't recognize the face of the person, but I was sure if Jared didn't start the car soon, that face would be etched in my memory forever. His long legs took wide strides towards the car, along with the two other people walking behind him with guns. The female of the group rose her arm to shoot, but was immediately stopped by the leader. "We need him alive."

"Start the fucking car, Jared!" Jaxon shouted to him.

"Hold on a minute."

"Fuck this," was Jaxon's reply before he let go of my hand and reached behind him for his gun. He moved his body out the window of the car and without a second of hesitation, there were gunshots going off in the air as loud as thunder, leaving two people lying lifeless on the ground. The survivor, the leader, dashed behind a car to shield himself from the shots being passed, but came out ever so often to shoot back. I didn't want anyone else to get hurt, but I knew someone had to. In order for us to survive, the opponent must die.

Jaxon ducked into the car and shoved me down also as the sound of gunshots rained. Jaxon reached over me and began shooting out my window, which only got me even more worried. What if he get's shot? What's going to happen then? We'd definitely get caught, since Jaxon seems to be the only one who can shoot of the three of us. Thankfully, Jared started the car, and before I knew it, we were driving away from the scene. 

I'm not okay.

That was not okay.

Jaxon just killed two people.

Two people lost their lives from Jaxon's hands. How is he not freaking out? I could feel my chest tightening and my lungs restricting themselves from just witnessing that happening. Their bodies were lifeless. They were dead on the ground and no one even cares. Am I the only human being here? I don't think my body was even functioning properly because all I could see when I blinked or just stared at something for too long was their bodies, lying on the ground. Dead.

I looked across at Jaxon who had just calmed his breathing a bit. I tried to move away from him, but where was I to go? I couldn't move out of the car. But I was scared. I was scared for my life. I always thought he was just threatening me, that he wouldn't actually hurt me. But now I know he actually has the potential to do that and he actually would have done it to me. He did it to those guys so easily.

"That was fucking legendary, man," Jared cheered as he sped down the road. He looked at us from his rear-view mirror. Jaxon only nodded his head, but I felt stationary. The only thing with movement seemed to be my palpitating heart. Jaxon moved around to me and rest his hand on my knee. I couldn't even look at him.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I-I.. y-you killed.. you killed them.." I choked out.

"They were going to kill us."

"N-No.. He told them not to shoot.. and you killed them." I turned to face him, "You killed them Jaxon."

"Relax, Sebastian, the cops won't even care that they're dead, so you can stop worrying about your little boyfriend. He'll be fine." Jared didn't even look back at us. I wanted to roll my eyes at the crap he was saying, but all movement felt impossible.

"Sebastian, they were going to kill us, whether he gave the word or not," Jaxon said firmly, staring into my eyes as though he was a vampire compelling me to believe what he says. I stared at him for a moment or two, before completely looking away. What he's saying doesn't make it any better. He still killed two people. I stared out the window but my mind was blank. I felt like nothing that happened tonight actually processed in my head. Why aren't the cops coming for us, why aren't more of those men coming for us? What the hell does Jared have that is so important to them?

I looked at him as he drove and checked all the compartments in this strangers car.

"The most you're going to find is some condoms and lube," Jaxon stated, also eyeing him as he dug around. Jared seemed to ignore his comment and continued to look around. I pressed my head back against the seat and stared up at the roof of the car. I felt like I stared up there for only a minute or so, but when I came back to reality, we were parked in yet another motel. Before I could get anything out, Jaxon denied it. He doesn't want to stay at the motel, and frankly, I don't disagree. 

Unfortunately, Jared didn't hear any of it. He walked out the car without even looking back at us to see if we were following. He just supposed we were... and he was right. Jaxon sighed softly and ran his fingers through his hair as we followed behind Jared. He pushed open the brown door, with a wide, happy grin on his face, and a beautiful brunette returned the smile. She didn't look like she was in our age group, she looked more around twenty-five. Jared walked to the front desk and leaned against it casually.

"We'd like a room."

"The three of you?" she cocked an eyebrow suspiciously.

Jared glanced back at us and chuckled softly, "If I had a choice, it would be different. See we were going on a family vacation, and these two idiots lost their plane tickets and mom didn't want to buy any more, and since they're both so clumsy, it was found best that I accompany on them on a long, boring and time consuming drive. And I just cannot leave them alone in a room, they'll wreck the entire thing." Why was that even necessary? I wanted to roll my eyes and scoff but I also didn't want Jared to look like more of an idiot if the girl was to realize he was lying.

The girl furrowed her eyebrows, "They look pretty mature."

"Looks can be deceiving, love." I silently looked on, wondering how far this would actually go. She won't possibly fall for that shit would she? Why are people so stupid? Jaxon also remained quiet. I expected him to go along with this, since he's the king of this shit. His lies are dumb yet people believe him and so is his acting. 

The woman stared at Jared, then back at us, then to Jared again. "You also seem very mature. It would have been nice if you did have your own room." My eyes widened at her very obvious suggestion, while beside me, Jaxon began to cough loudly as though he was chocking. She blinked back at him, as well as Jared. I notice a smile on his face when he turned back at her. 

"We can handle ourselves," Jaxon spoke up making me look up at him with a shocked expression. Jared blinked back again, staring at Jaxon. I only looked at the girl. I did not expect that from her when I first walked in this motel. She seemed so sweet and innocent -- I guess looks really can be deceiving. Now she's eyeing Jared as though if it was possible she'd fuck him with her eyes. 

"I'm sure you can.." Jared trailed off. He too seemed extremely interested in whats to come with his new friend. I can't imagine how he could think about sex at a time like this, but he somehow manages. 

"I think we'll take two rooms," he said to her. She grinned and turned around to get the keys, then threw one for Jaxon to catch.

"You guys go on, I'll catch up," Jared told us, without even looking back at us. Jaxon didn't even seem to care that Jared just paid for our room with his body, he just shrugged his shoulders before taking my hand and leading me away from them. I felt the need to glance back, but they were both already looking up at us, probably making sure we didn't look back. But I did. When we walked up the stairs, they were out of sight.

Jaxon stared down at the key card which has the number '107' written on it. We entered a hallway fill of doors on both sides. as we walked down the hall way, Jaxon's hand remained in mine. I don't know why, but it actually felt better holding his hand. It gave me a sense of safety and comfort in a way. I needed to know someone was there. And even though he's the one who exposed me to all of this, I still felt like I was safe with him. 

Or maybe I just wanted to feel that way. Maybe I longed someone long enough that I  create fake feelings for Jaxon just to mask the actual hurt and pain I feel on the inside right now.

When we entered the room number 107, I immediately went for one of the two beds. I didn't care about the condition of it or the faint smell that came from it. I was tired and I needed to rest. I kept my eyes closed as I lay on my back on the bed. And just as expected, Jaxon began to speak, asking the question I obviously expected him to ask. I sighed as I run my hands over my face. "I'm fine," I answered, knowing the only thing that was fine was absolutely nothing. Jaxon remained silent afterwards and it made me look across to him. 

His gun was beside him on the bed but he paid absolutely no mind to it. He was staring up at the ceiling, while his hands ran circles on his stomach. My eyes landed on the gun again. Why would he just leave it there? Does he trust me? What makes him so sure I won't grab the gun and make a run for it? I won't do that, but it's a bit stupid to just have a gun there. What if I still held a grudge for what he did and I used the gun? Does he not think of these things?

While I was staring at the gun, I noticed Jaxon's head turn to me. I looked back to his calm eyes. "I'm certain you won't do it," he says to me, and I just stared at him, then to the gun. "Before you could even reach across to get it, I'd already have it and I would shoot you."

"You'd shoot me?" I asked him.

"If you give me a reason to, yeah," he answered honestly. I looked away, feeling a bit sick to my stomach. He really is a monster.

"Were those the first people you've killed?" I asked, looking into his eyes. He flashed a small smile, but my face was serious. I can't imagine what could possibly be worthy of a smile at this moment.

"Yes.." he trailed off, "But not the first I've shot."

"What?" I sat up in bed finally and I stared down at him. He remained how he lay but closed his eyes. I decided to move to his bed to sit, just so I'd get a better interpretation of his facial features as he spoke. That is if he would open those emerald green eyes and look at me. He remained silent for a long time, and I just sat there, staring down at him, hoping he'd speak. His face was stern, even a little melancholy, which was transfigured when he flashed a small smile, which confused me. His eyes were still closed and I still felt drawn to his now serious and silent features. My eyes traveled up his facial features. I drank in his clean shaven and rubicund face, to his small sharp nose then past his eyes to his bushy eyebrows where his ebony black hair fell messily over it. I also noticed the small stud in one of his ear. Jaxon peeked open one of his eyes, then both opened. "Why are you staring so much? I could feel your eyes on me."

I blushed slightly, but decided I won't answer that question, because I don't think I actually know the answer to it. So I asked him a question instead. "Who else did you shoot before?"

"Why should it matter to you?" he asked sitting up a bit and leaning back on his elbows.

"I just want to know, you don't have to get all defensive," I rose my hand in surrender, "I'm not wired or anything like that." Jaxon only stared at me, with those emerald eyes of his that only dared me to find out more about the owner. He ran his fingers through his hair and sat up properly. "Aren't you tired? You should be asleep by now."

"No, I'm staying up with you," I say, just so he'd get annoyed and maybe snap and everything would spill out. Jaxon stared across at me with narrowed eyes. He sighed then picked up the gun and put it under the pillow. "Well I'm going to sleep now." He lay back down and stared at me with a smug look. I looked away for a moment or two. He really thinks he's smart. I lay next to him and returned that smug look.

"Now will you talk to me?" I asked as I lay down beside him and stared across at him.

"No, I'm sleeping," he turned on his side, away from me. I groaned in annoyance and climbed over him. "I'm not going to stop, Jaxon." He wiggled his body to get me off, and was successful. When I fell in front of him, he moved back and turned away again so his back was to me.

"All you have to do is talk. I'll tell you everything about my life, I just want a simple piece of yours." I leaned my chin on his shoulder as I spoke and surprisingly enough he didn't shove me off. "You are extremely annoying."

"Makes you regret ever kidnapping me, huh?" I smirked and moved away as he rolled over to lay on his back. "Fuck off, Sebastian." I sat crossed legs on the bed and stared down at him. His eyes were locked on mine. "Okay, you tell me something first," he finally said. I grinned in victory while sitting up straighter, ready for anything he throws at me.

"What's going on between you and Jared?" 

I paused. I was not ready for that. When Jaxon noticed my silence and awkward face, he smiled. "Ah not so talkative anymore.."

I squeezed my eyes shut, knowing I should just tell him and get over it. I really detest speaking about what happened then because it makes me feel like such a horrible person. I feel like Ely is an idiot for taking me back because I don't deserve him. And maybe I should feel like that, because it's true.

"Fine." I nodded my head and swallowed all the second thoughts I had about this. He continued to give me that smug smile of his. "Uh well some months ago.. Jared and I... had sex.." I said the last part quickly. I spoke again, "But it meant nothing to me..."

"Are you sure about that?" he cocked an eyebrow.

"Ugh obviously Jaxon, I'm with Ely now."

"And? You didn't even push him off tonight, you allowed him to kiss you," he stated.

"I needed to confirm how I felt."

"Which was...?"

"I don't like him. I mean, yeah we had sex a few times and I always found him super attractive and even though he told me nothing about himself I loved listening to him talk and-"

"You obviously still have feelings for the guy," he interjected. I breathed in angrily and looked away. I have no feelings for Jared Alexander -- I'm sure of it. What we had happened months ago and I'm happy now with Ely. The kiss that happened tonight meant nothing and it just confirmed that I didn't want anything to do with Jared anymore. 

I sat there in silence, staring at Jaxon. He is wrong about this. I know what I feel. Which is nothing when it comes to Jared. Gosh, I hate Jaxon for bringing this up.

"Okay, so you pried that out of me, what's your story."

"I have none."

"Jaxon I will fucking murder you!" I shouted and jumped on him to attack him. He laughed while pushing me off. "I told you mine, now come on! I just want one simple answer."

He continued to laugh and shake his head, but said, "Okay, okay. Shoot."

"Yes. Who did you shoot?" I asked him. His eyes went behind me to the red walls, but they were distant. They weren't just looking at the old picture of a flower, I could tell he went out of reality as he stared. I went to say something to him, but he beat me to it.

"My dad," he said.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "Come again."

He looked to me once more. "My dad. I shot my dad in the leg to get away from him."

"W-why did you have to get away from him?" I rose an eyebrow.

"Because he-" Jaxon stopped himself and he seemed to fall back into reality. He stared at me suspiciously. "You think your sleek."

I groaned, "Come on, Jaxon. Just tell me. I swear it would make you feel better if you let it out."

"Where are you going?" I asked him.

"When we get there, you'll find out."

"What if we die before?" I asked him.

"You're too pessimistic," he said and pushed me back on the bed, "Now sleep." He lay down also but turned his back to me. I pouted. Why is he so cold? And why can't he just tell me what's going on with him? I have so many questions about Jaxon. If he refuses to answer of of the lesser important questions, how will I ever find out the answers to the major ones? I stared at the back of his head, contemplating if I should touch it. 

It looked a bit dry, but I still want to touch it, to confirm. It didn't look like a pile of hay on his head, but still, he could at least use a bit of moisturizer. My eyes went down to his back, which was no longer covered by his leather jacket, but a simple, black T-shirt. I also contemplated if I should touch him there. He'd definitely get annoyed by that. 

"I'm going to spoon you," I tell him.

"Don't."

"I can't sleep if I don't," I answered.

"Why are you so fucked up?" he asked, not looking back at me. I flashed a smile, but don't reply. Instead, I wrapped my arm around him while growing closer to him. He almost immediately removed my hand, but just as I was about to complain, he spun me around and wrapped his arm around me, that way I was the little spoon. Gosh, he's just like Ely - he refuses to be the little spoon. Just because I'm smaller than you, doesn't mean I don't want to be the big spoon once-in-a-while. 

But I was thankful for what I got. I never expected Jaxon of all people to be like this, but he is, so I should thank god. He moved in closer to me and his head rested just above mine. I took his hand and entwined our fingers.

"Is that necessary?" he spoke in my hair. 

I grinned, "Yes."