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Onyx left with me, flanking me as we rode down the streets. This time I was in no hurry, my thoughts a complete mess. Going in, I had every detail planned out.

It was never supposed to be this way. But that was the cruel reality of our world. Nothing ever worked out the way it was supposed to.

Not for us.

Not for me.

10

Alyx

To wakeup with a pounding headache was nothing new to me. I found it strange when I didn’t wake up with a skull feeling like it was on fire.

I moved and placed my hand on my forehead, cringing. Only when I touched my face, pain radiating from my temple to my nose, did I remember the bruise.

The smashed window.

Blurry faces.

Darkness.

Him.

Panic soared, and I shot up in bed.

“Easy, there, grasshopper.”

Frightened, I was about to leap out of bed when I spotted a woman sitting on a chair in the corner, reading a magazine.

“Who are you?” I clutched the sheets against my chest.

“My name’s Neon.” She turned a page, unfazed.

“Why…why are you here?”

She shrugged. “Granite told me to sit with you while they went on a run. Make sure you’re okay.” She glanced at me from under her lashes. “You okay?”

“Is that a trick question?” I glared at the blue-haired girl with piercings just about everywhere on her face.

She didn’t respond and just turned her attention back to the…Good Housekeeping Magazine?

“What?” she snapped. “They have good recipes in here.” She glared my way, and I realized I must have been frowning at her choice of reading material.

I cleared my throat. “Okay, I’m fine. You can leave now.”

“Nope.” She continued to browse the pages.

“What do you mean, nope?”

“Granite told me to sit here and make sure you’re okay. Now, in Granite’s terms, that means ‘do not move your ass until I tell you to.’ So, I’m not leaving until he gets back from his run.”

I snorted. “He doesn’t look like the jogging type.”

Neon dropped the magazine, finally turning her attention to me. “Say what?”

“You said he went for a run.”

“No.” She sat up straight. “I said he wentona run, as in on his bike. Ugh, never mind.” She waved me off, picked up the magazine, and leaned back in the chair again. “There’s some aspirin next to the bed for your headache.”


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