Oh My God. I'm soooo sorry for not updating sooner! Ive been on spring break and I didnt really have time to update. BUT YOU SHOULD STILL FEEL LOVED! As a present for waiting so long, I decided to upload 2 chapters at once. I LOVE YOU!
(James's P.O.V.)
Oh god oh god oh god. my thoughts chanted. This can't be happening.
It-he-whatever this thing was-was sitting on my kitchen counter. I was pacing back and forth, panicing.
Five minutes ago I had to practically drag him down the stairs. Blood was staining the side of my white v-neck shirt. I sighed.
He was currently using a damp towel to dab the cuts covering his arms and face. His breaths were finally slowing down as he became calm.
"Do you...do you have a name?" I asked him quietly. His eyes flickered up to meet mine. "Kendall, you?"
I swallowed. "James,"
He seemed normal. But he wasn't. I know he wasn't.
My eyes were locked on his hands. They were so beat up...
"The fence," he said quietly, noticing my staring. I nodded quickly, still pacing.
What was I going to do? He couldn't stay here, could he? What would I tell my parents? What would they say? Wait-no. Why was I even thinking about him staying? He can't stay. He's one of them. But- he seems so normal! Agh!
I argued silently with myself. What am I gonna do?
"I don't know either," he said. I blinked in surprise, realizing that I just thought the last part out loud.
"Why did you leave then?" I asked, clearing my throat. He stared off into space for a moment.
"I had to," he looked back at me. "You have no idea what life is like in there. We're running out of resources. It's over-crowded. People are getting sick," he visibly shuddered.
"We tried coming to your kind for medicine, but they won't let us past the fence. They keep saying that the world would be better off without us. There are children in there! Dying children! Sick mothers! Sick fathers! What did they expect us to do?" He cried, gripping the bloody towel in his hand.
"No ones strong enough anymore. Not to make it past the boarder, anyway. I was the only one to make it over this time. I can't do this all by myself,"
My eyes widened in disbelief. "That...thats really what happened? Wait, no. You're lying. You're the bad ones, not us!" I shouted, backing up.
Annoyance flashed across his bruised face. "Were the bad ones? You're the ones letting people die!"
"You're a liar! If you aren't all monsters then why are you kept locked in the woods?"
He hopped off of the counter and stalked towards me. "Maybe because your 'government' can't fucking handle people that are against it? Maybe is cause no one wants to believe that they're locking normal human beings up like animals? Where do you think people go when they disappear?"
At this point he was practically yelling in my face.
"Behind the fence!" Hope shot across his face. "...because you're people steal them and make them slaves!" I screamed back at him.
Kendall's hopeful face got visibly angrier. "Is that the kind of lies you're told? What's wrong with you?"
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you! Youre sick!"
"Exactly! Were sick! Were all sick! And you won't do anything about it!" He shoved me back. I stumbled, catching my footing and throwing myself back at him.
"We would if you weren't monsters!" My fist connected with his face. His hand shot up to his cheek, feeling the area I just punched. Shock flew across his face, followed by determination.
"I'm not the monster, you are!" And then I was the one being punched.
Somehow along the way, we ended up on the floor punching and kicking each other.
There was a loud banging on the door.
Kendall and I both stopped and locked eyes. There was another knock.
"You should get that," Kendall said after a moment. I nodded, pushing him off of me. Brushing invisible dirt off of my clothes, I walked towards the door.
"Wait!" Kendall whispered loudly. I spun around, barely catching the jacket he threw at my face. "There's blood on your shirt, put it on,"
After sliding on the hockey team jacket, I opened the front door. Two men in uniform stood there, tightly holding a dog back by its leash.
"Excuse us, sir, but are your parents home?" The one on the left said.
I shook my head. "My parents are John and Michelle Diamond, they work for the boarder patrol like you guys," I explained.
The one on the right nodded. "I know 'em. You must be James," he said, sticking his hand out for me to shake it. "We've heard a lot about you. Apparently you'll make an amazing boarder officer,"
I laughed. "My parents want me to follow in their footsteps, even though I never actually agreed to anything,"
"Right, right," the one on the left nodded in understanding. "Your parents are some of the best I've seen. They caught four of them tonight,"
"And that leads us to why were here," the one on the right said. "Do you know if one of them is hiding out here? You have a broken window upstairs,"
This was my chance. I could get Kendall out of my life forever. He would be sent back. Or...he'd be killed. I could be the reason he died.
I turned around, seeing Kendall watching us from the kitchen.
"I'm home alone," Kendalls eyes widened in a panic. "with my friend, Kendall. He's sleeping over, right Kendall?" I shouted in his direction.
He quickly stuck his head around the corner, nodding. "Yup, its just us here,"
One of the officers stepped forward. "What happened to you, son?"
"We-uh-I-" I stumbled.
"There was a bird that crashed through that window. When we went up there it already tore through most of the room and it attacked us. It's gone now, but still," Kendall lied smoothly.
The officers nodded. "That sounds tough," the right one said.
"Anyway, thanks for you time James, Kendall," the officer on the left said, nodding at us as he said our names.
After the door shut, I literally fell to my knees. "Oh my god," I said under my breath. A hand touched my shoulder.
"W-Why'd you do it?" Kendall whispered in disbelief. I shook my head slowly. "I don't know...I don't...know,"
I turned to look him in the eyes. "Thank you," he whispered.
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