I was thankful when I looked out the window and saw the rain easing up a bit. The clouds still made the sky look dark, but I knew it wasn't night. It was probably around five in the afternoon, which is still so fricking early. I want to get over with all of this. I don't even know what Jaxon had planned, and frankly I don't want to know. I know it's something absolutely horrible he has up his sleeve and I don't want to hear it. I sat and stared out the window.

The car was silent, besides the gentle pitter patter of the drizzling rain on the roof of the car. I stared out, wondering where the hell Jared actually is all this time. It's been almost an hour: he still can't be sitting in that motel taking in the heat. And the pervert didn't even seem to be interested in Jared, so I can't say he was with him. 

"He could be dying in there..." I say out loud. I blinked across at Jaxon to get his reaction, which was just a shrug of his shoulders. "Are you really that cold?"

"I'm not cold." Jaxon rolled his eyes, which I just stared incredulously at him. 

"Well I'm going to-"

"No, you aren't," he held back my arm, gripping tightly, which I sort of expected. I ran my fingers through my hair and dropped back on the seat. I turned my head so I could look at him. I am so tired of how controlling he can be. I blinked down at his hand on my arm then back up at him. Jaxon sighed softly before letting go of my arm. "He'll come to us," he told me.

"I think something is wrong. We can't just sit here and-"

"Sebastian, relax. Nothing is wrong," he sighed and slouched in the seat. Jaxon grabbed his top and pulled it over his head, the ran his fingers through his hair in attempts to make it appear better than before - but there was no difference. I just stared at him. How could he think like that? I get that he never actually like Jared, but it's impossible for a part of him to not wonder where in the hell could Jared be. 

"Why don't you like him?" I asked Jaxon, staring intently at him. His eyes were down on his knees and they remained there for a while, but then he suddenly popped his head up. I cocked an eyebrow at that, stifling a laugh. Now is not the time. Despite his abrupt behavior, he simply asked me, "Why do you like him? He ruined your relationship."

"I don't know..." I muttered.

"Why did you allow him to kiss you?"

"I was trying to figure out if I still had any feelings for him," I speak softly. I felt ashamed of myself. I can't even begin to fathom the amount of stupidity. "That's dumb."

"Yes. I realize. Can you stop questioning me?" I ran my fingers through my hair, "Lemme ask you a question. Where are you going?" 

Jaxon rose an eyebrow then chuckled softly and shook his head. He obviously has no intention of answering me. So, I continued to speak. "I get that you were running from your dad after you shot him, but where exactly did you want to go?"

"That's none of your business, Sebastian."

"How is it none of my business? We've been through so much shit for the past days together, I think I deserve to know that much." I told him as I moved in closer. Jaxon sighed and kept his eyes off of me. 

"Can't you understand that it's personal? Are you going to force me to tell you something I don't want to or have no intention of doing so?" he asked me. I slouched in the seat then blinked away. 

"No... I'm sorry. I'm sorry -- you're right," I nodded my head then finally looked to him. He flashed me a glare for a brief moment, then turned away again. He remained silent for a while and I hated it. I didn't want him to be like this. I liked the happy Jaxon, who actually smiled and laughed and didn't wear a scowl every minute of his life. I reached over and took his hand, in hopes of him looking at me. He didn't even budge. I mentally cursed him.

"Come on, Jaxon. I apologized. I'm not going to pressure you into telling me. If you don't want to tell me, then it's fine. I'll be fine."

He looked across at me and shook his head, "No, you won't be fine. It'll bother you and you'll begin asking again."

"Well I'm sorry, okay. I can be a bit annoying with those things. So, I'm really sorry. Can you just stop being so silent and at least look at me?" I cocked an eyebrow. He pressed his head back on the seat and closed his eyes for a long while. I sat there blinking between our hands and his peaceful face. Jaxon let out a weary sigh then looked at me. "You're always fucking staring."

I smirked. "I bet you expected me to say it's because you're so very attractive." I rolled my eyes as he gasped dramatically. "You don't find me attractive?" He cradled his chest with his hand and his eyes widened. I began to laugh loudly, "You are so gay."

"No shit, asshole." I smiled and shook my head. Who would have thought that grumpy guy I met some days ago would be this cute and happy in the back seat of a car with me? And honestly, now would have been the time I'd think he'd be the most pissy. I won't lie though, Jaxon is definitely not an unattractive guy. He's good looking and he has the body, and everything going for him, physically. His personality could use some work.

I sighed softly and rest my head on his shoulder, then closed my eyes. "I'm tired of waiting, Jaxon. I don't even know what we're waiting for," I drawled. I blinked up at him taking in his features for the millionth time since we met. I don't know why I do it, and I feel fucked up for it, but how can I resist those perfect green eyes? Or his sharp jawline, or his thin, pink lips...

As I rose my head our eyes met again and I  instantly looked away, but for some reason my eyes went to his lips again. I looked back to his eyes, and this time he was the one to look away. After a second or so, he completely turned his head away from me.

"Fuck, Sebastian," he muttered. I blinked innocently at him, with genuinely no idea why he reacted that way. 

"Okay..." I awkwardly said to him and slouched.

Jaxon looked down at me with furrowed eyebrows. "Don't you have a boyfriend?"

"Yes, duh."

"Well then what the fuck are you doing? Looking at me that way..." he sighed softly then looked away again. I bit my bottom lip softly then stared down at my bent knees, since I couldn't see my feet due to the darkness of the car. Jaxon leaned forward and rest his elbows on his knees while pressing his head to the back of the seat in front of him.

"I-I didn't even do anything..." I speak softly. He groaned softly and shot me a side glare, which actually made me laugh softly. Jaxon sat up again, still glaring at me. Oh how he wants to kill me right now. Honestly, I'm sorry if I looked at him the wrong way... but I'll admit, I enjoyed staring at him. I can't stress enough how good looking he really is. I began to smirk playfully as I stared, which resulted in his puzzled look remaining for the longest while. "Do you want me to kiss you, Jaxon?"

"No. I do not. But thanks for the offer."

"Oh come on," I grinned playfully then puckered my lips.

"You are by far the most annoying person I have ever come across," he said, smiling down at me, then he began to shake his head. I laughed loudly before leaning up to kiss his cheek, whether he wanted it or not. Jaxon almost immediately shoved me away, but he laughed right after. I shoved him back, however there was nowhere for him to go, so he just sat there laughing. 

The surprisingly joyful mood in the car was cut in two, when the thunderous sound of a bullet pierced through the air, causing us both to jump in surprise. Jaxon cursed under his breath then grabbed his weapon before rushing out of the car and tucking it behind him. I wasted no time to get out of the car and follow Jaxon. There was no way in hell I was remaining in that car without Jaxon there. I stuck close to him like glue, even when he was running way faster than I was. We went to the lobby area and I immediately scanned for Jared, but found no sign of him. 

"Where is he?" I ran my fingers through my hair, feeling the most aggravated. "We shouldn't have fucking left him," I groaned, "This is my fault." Jaxon ignored me and walked around the back of the table, obviously finding nothing. "God, I knew we should have come back! Why didn't we fucking come back for him. It's your fault, Jaxon! Fuck!"

"Hey, calm down, Seb-"

"No, I'm not going to calm down! They have my friend. He may be annoying as hell and it feels like he's just some kid I can't get away from sometimes, and I hate to admit this but I love him and I don't want anything to happen to him."

"He'll be fine.."

"Fuck, Jaxon, you don't know that!" I shout.

"Would you relax?" He asked sounding a it pissed. "Just stay here, where it's safe. If anyone comes, just hide. I'm going to see if he's still at the motel."

"No. No way! I'm not staying here," I protest.

"Oh yes, you fucking are. I need to make sure you remain safe."

I rolled my eyes and folded my arms across my chest. "Look I get that you want to ensure you get your driver or whatever, but I-"

"It's not about that," he sighed, "My dad's not really a problem anymore, I can drive myself now. But uh, you have a family and all that shit and I would just hate to be the bearer of bad news. So, would you please stay here where it's safe?" He rose his eyebrows questioningly, instead of his usual demanding and scary look. I sighed softly, knowing he's right. But I still didn't want to remain there all alone. After a moment or two of my silence he let out a sigh, then leaned in and kissed my forehead. "Fucking stay here."

I rolled my eyes but nodded my head. "Whatever you say." He led me behind the front desk and instructed that I stay down, then he left. He went outside to get to the other rooms. When I found there was absolute silence, I left the front desk. I looked around the lobby for a sign of someone coming back here - like Jared. I prayed he'd just come back here to the lobby with the creepy guy telling us he'd just had one of the worst experiences in his life but then wink at the man. I'd smile at that, because at least then he'd be alright and I'd know what happened to him. Right now, I have nothing to go on. I don't know where Jared is and I'm worried, and I don't even know where the fuck Jaxon just went off too. I'm alone and worried and I don't think that is a good pairing.

I walked around the small, square-shaped looby room in hopes of finding some kind of secret door where Jared could probably sneak into? And where the fuck is that creepy man anyway? We left him here. Why would he go off and leave his motel completely unsupervised? I prayed not to find a body as I looked around the mini room. Relief washed over me like a wave when I realized there was no tiny compartment for a dead body to just randomly fall out of. 

I took a small step forward, closer to the door, so I could at least see what could be going on behind the wooden shield. But as I reached out my hand to turn the doorknob, I felt a bolt of something rush through me and I instantly pulled back. I don't know what it was but it scared me... and I hated that feeling. I decided to muster up the seed of courage I had in me and I opened the door anyway.

I was greeted by the cold, dark night. The parking lot stared right back at me, blowing the cold winds to my face. I don't know what I expected when I got out here, but this wasn't it. I felt so confused. Where had Jaxon went off too? Why am I not hearing any type of fighting and struggling? They can't possibly be talking things out. Jaxon went with his gun, and he is not the type to not use his gun.

"Jaxon!" I called and took one step further out of the lobby area. Where the hell is he? I decided I can't sit there and wait for jaxon. My friend is in danger and it's stupid and very coward of me to just sit, hiding and waiting for it all to be over. I took a brave step out then turned to walk towards the stairs of the motel. I took in the eerie silence as I walked up the stairs, keeping my eyes open for any and everything. 

I came to the first room, with the number 108 on the door in what, I supposed was a dirty gold color on the door. I turned the doorknob, not really caring if there was someone in there or not. Thankfully, when I opened the room, I found it completely empty. I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in and I closed back the door. When I turned around again, I was confronted by my once-upon-a-time rescuer. He flashed me a sickly sweet smile, then rose his fist in a quick motion.

One minute all I could feel was pain and I didn't even know what part of my face it came from, then next I felt more pain, and I knew I was no longer standing. My head hit the concrete and I think that was what really had me questioning whether that hit killed me or not.

When I finally regained consciousness, I wished I hadn't. Sharp pain lanced through my head and colorful spots flashed in front of my eyes, it felt like my whole body had been beaten and every movement caused some muscle or bone to ache. The pain throbs in my head, it's deep and warm, but not in a nice way. I blinked my eyes open and forced my head up from its hanging position. I barely felt my arms and legs, but I could tell they weren't free. Besides the air-condition unit, the room was silent. I craned my neck to look around the room for a window, but there was none. The only form of exit was a closed door exactly behind me, and the rest of the room was completely empty. I was trapped in a box with a single lightbulb hanging over my head. I tried to rake my brain for an idea of where I could be, but not only did it cause more pain in my head, but I couldn't even think of somewhere they could take me to. 

Then suddenly, I heard the door behind me open slowly, and I my heart stopped for a moment. Fear ate at the back of my neck and tore down my spinal cord as the footsteps of the person grew closer to me. He leaned down and he blew out his breath at the back of my neck. Immediately the smell of cigarette smoke took over my senses I moved my head away before the smoke really affected me. But there was nowhere for me to go.

"P-Please don't do that," I mustered up, "I'm allergic."

"Yes. I know," he said in a slow, heartless voice. He walked around my chair until he stood in front of me. I furrowed my eyebrows as I stared at CJ, with a wicked smirk on his face. My mind instantly began working as the words left his lips. I rose my eyebrows in surprise. 

"How do you know that? I never told you that?" I asked. Cj flashed me a sinister smile then looked away from me. How could he possibly know that? The only people who know about that are my family and Ely.

"Yeah, but someone did..." CJ said as he dropped the cigarette and smashed it with his foot, outing it's light. I let out a faint sigh of relief but continued to work my brain. I didn't tell Jared, because he doesn't smoke and I don't just go around telling my personal information to strangers. Well besides Jaxon, and I only told him that because he was smoking.

Wait.

"Did it just hit you?" CJ asked with a smile. "He's like your boyfriend now, right? Did you fuck in a motel room or something?"

"J-Jaxon is.. He's not..." I don't even know what I had planned to say. I don't know if I was going to deny that Jaxon and I did do anything, or deny him practically betraying me. 

"Yes he is," CJ said to me, "He told us where you were, he told us your every move."

"W-why would he-"

CJ interrupted me, "Now, back to my predicament. I can't decide if to kill you or keep you alive, with us. I actually liked you, kid. You were a bit messed up in the head and I liked that... but..."

"Where is Jaxon?" I asked.

CJ looked a bit taken aback. He furrowed his eyebrows. "You still care to know about his whereabouts after he sold you out?" I bit my bottom lip softly and looked away. I don't even know if I believed CJ. He could be lying. For all I know he forced my allergy out of Jaxon. He probably tortured him to get him to say that. 

Or maybe what CJ said was true. Maybe Jaxon did tell them where we were. Maybe he was working with them all along. But why? Why would he do that? I can't even begin to piece together this puzzle, because I barely know anything about Jaxon to at least find a reason deep inside as to why he'd do this. Just as I was about to say something, CJ spoke again.

"So... here is my next predicament," he stopped pacing in front of me and stooped down. "Where the fuck is Jared Alexander?"

"W-what?" I stumbled over my words. 

"Don't fucking play dumb, Sebastian. Where is Jared?"

"H-he's n- you guys don't have him?" My mind instantly began to race. Where could he possibly be? Did he run away? Was he planning to run away even before all of this happened tonight? Is Jared the betrayer? It could be possible that his only concern was himself, and he just decided to run off, where no one would think to look for him. He could have just gotten tired of the hiding and killing and so he just left. I'd give him right. I mean, who wouldn't want to run away from all this bullshit?

I was suddenly rudely snapped out of my thought when I felt a stinging pain across my cheek. I couldn't cradle my cheek, and the pain seemed to feel more prominent. I slowly rose my eyes up to CJ to find a scowl on his face. "Where the fuck is Jared!" He demanded, while raising his voice. I flinched and looked away from him. I'm no good with all this shouting.

When CJ took in my silence for about a minute, he stepped back then cocked his head to the side. He stared at me. "Fine then. Since you're absolutely no use. We'll just have to kill you."