Happy ending…?
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"Oh no, I was going to bring you to this room to stay in anyway," she assured me kindly, "It's his bedroom."
"Oh," I said feeling my face for some odd reason burn up.
"You can freshen up and get some rest if you'd like, it's already very late." She worried.
"Thank you,"
She smiled in response and left.
Honestly, I felt disgusting- both internally and externally. I hadn't taken a shower since morning and I was aching to do so and wash away my lies and selfishness.
Shutting the door lock for the night, I headed to the bathroom when my elbow suddenly hit the closet door open revealing many shirts of his. I ran my hand along all and for some reason, I felt as if I could even smell his rich spicy cold cologne.
This shouldn't be so pleasing I mentally slapped myself and headed to the shower where I stripped down and turned the sweltering water on to cover my body. After I
was finished, I couldn't help but throw on one of the shirts. I took out the dark navy blue and threw it over me noting how its length reached just above my knee. What a tall man he really is.
I sat on the bed, unable to fall asleep. My memory kept jogging back to everything that happened thus far and my head ached so badly. I held Sinister's necklace in my hand unable to collect all my thoughts. What was it about this necklace? Why was the boy in my dream wearing it? Was that... No, it wasn't possible. It didn't make sense. Nothing made sense anymore. Why was I even here? Someone
would have found me eventually.
A sudden wash of hopelessness swept across me as I hugged onto the pillow. How badly I wished things were different. I wanted to breathe without suffocating. I wanted to be happy again.
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The sound of glass shattering alerted me. Getting off the bed and walking into the hall, there was a weeping sound coming from one of the rooms.
"Mrs. Salvatore?"I called worriedly.
The door being slightly ajar, I noticed her on the bed tossing her hands frantically where she had knocked down the glass of water which was on the table near her bed.
"Alexander," she kept muttering for her son and at that moment my heart ached.
"Mrs. Salvatore," I tried to calm her as I sat at the edge of the bed when she forced herself to open her eyes.
"Who- who are you?" she panicked as she shot herself upright on the bed.
"What?" I breathed confused, "Mrs. Salvatore, you don't look alright, let me bring you something to drink."
Before I could have walked away she held me back, squeezing my arm tightly. "You. I know who you are!" she angrily seethed, "You took him away from me. He never loved me only because of you!"
"I don't- please let go of me." I tried to get away from her grip frightened by the situation.
"He left me for you. He left my son. He only cared about you. Wretched Aubrey."
My heart stopped at that name.
My mother's name.
Aubrey Grey.
"Mrs. Salvatore, please I don't understand, "I begged her to let go.
"Lies!" she slapped me and pushed me off the bed, as my hands sank into the sharp shattered pieces of broken glass on the floor.
This was insane.
Pushing myself up painfully, Sinister's mother yanked me up when I pulled away from her.
"I don't know what this is about. I'm not Aubrey. And I respect you a lot Mrs. Salvatore, but this is wrong."
"You don't know what is wrong, girl." She sobbed and sat on the floor crying for her son.
I wasn't sure what to do. This was crazy yet I felt sorry for her. I wasn't sure how she knew my mother and that too confused me, but now wasn't the right time to ask. I had to leave.
"It's all your fault." She seethed between her sobs.
"I'm sorry." I frowned, "I shouldn't have come here, "
Leaving the room, I grabbed my keys from the room and looked at my reflection in the mirror where I just pitied myself and my situation. I hated this. Everywhere I went, there was no peace. And day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute, and second by second,
I hated myself and my life.
I walked down the stairs towards the front door when she stood in front of me with a knife in her hand frantically.
"Mrs. Salvatore," I tried to reason, "Please, let
me leave," I didn't want to hurt her. She wasn't in her right frame of mind, I could have told. "I'll call Lillian, she'll keep you company. She has your medicines.
"I don't know a Lillian." She shouted almost to herself, confused. Before she could have taken another step
towards me, someone suddenly came from behind and stuck her in her neck with a needle. Her body flopped to the floor as she dropped the knife and the man in front of me stood tall and tired.
"Daniel..." I breathed almost speechless. I looked at my brother before me like some surreal image and felt the world stop.
"Daniel!" I cried throwing my arms around him. Embracing me back, he pushed me gently away, "We need to leave now, Becky."
Sinister's mother lay on the floor unconscious and I frowned, "What did you do to her?"
"She'll wake up in a few hours. We have to go, Becky." He stated grabbing my arm when I pulled away.
"We can't leave her like this Daniel. Please." I protested. It just didn't feel right to me. I couldn't just leave her on her ground like this.
"Becky! This is serious." My brother shouted at me, "They'll be here soon."
"I don't care." I retorted back angrily, *At least put her on the sofa." I for one wanted to die being humane rather
than a coward.
Quickly, he did as I asked and pulled me out of the house and into a car.
"Hurry." He instructed. And to be very honest it felt like a dream.
"Where are we going?" I frowned, "What's going on? How did you find me? I have been looking for you for so long! You were dead. Sinister-"
"I know! I know!"
"Geez, you don't have to be a dick." I scoffed, disgusted at his attitude. The night sky seemed morbid as he sped through the road.
"Where are we going?"
"Away. We have to just go far away from everything." He responded seriously yet he seemed scared.
"What? What's your plan? To run away?"
He didn't answer.
"Are you stupid?" I frowned, "Earth to egghead, those people are in the Mafia!"
"We have to try."
Turning around to the backseat, I noticed it was empty. "Where's the folder?" I asked.
"It's none of your concern, Beck."
"Um- yes, it is. I'm in this mess because you took it from Sinister. Why can't you just give it back? That's all that he wants. Or at least leave it somewhere where he can get it. We don't have to be there, Daniel.:"
"I don't have it."
"What? What do you mean you don t have it."
"I just don't have it okay!" He said in frustration, slightly startling me. And to be quite truthful, it was the first time Daniel Grey was speaking to me in this manner. Almost as if I meant nothing to him as if I wasn't even his sister anymore.
Leaning back on the seat, I looked out the window, keeping the pain away from showing on my face.
"I'm sorry." Daniel sighed, "I'm sorry for everything you had to go through because of me, Beck. I really am."
"You're my brother, Dan. We'll find a way out." I dug up a smile from my sorrow towards him.
Within that moment, the sudden flash of a vehicle's light blindly switched on in front of us and we felt a sudden impact crash vigorously against our vehicle as Daniel lost control of it, and went off the road, hitting whatever was in the way. My head hit the glass and there was another impact on the car again.