Alex's POV
I can't believe she asked me out. Mitchie Torres asked me out! Shes mine now. My girlfriend. I found myself on cloud nine. Last night after we got back, we all got back in the car and headed back to their house. More like a mansion. Mitch brought us back up to her room and we slept in the same bed. No you pervs, nothing happened, although it was probably the best sleep I've had for as long as I can remember. I woke up the next morning before anyone else and decided to explore a little bit. I got out of bed leaving a peacefully sleeping Mitchie. I looked up and down the corridors wondering where I should venture first. I decided to go right. I went down the seemingly never ending hallway before I came to another hallway. I decided to go left this time and eventually I found myself lost. Oops. I started looking through any doors that were open to see if I recognized anything. I didn't. I turned back and tried retracing my steps but I got to a point where I couldn't remember in which direction I had turned. Well I got my adventure. Now I just wanted to go back and lie in Mitchie's arms again. I took another few turns when suddenly I heard an odd noise. I started to follow it when I came to a door that had a faint light under it.
I cautiously cracked it open and looked inside. The room was dark except for a small lamp that lit the corner where I saw Jaque. He had a large blade in his hand and he was sharpening it. He did a few more strikes before he lifted it to inspect it. Then he lauched it towards the other side of the room. It stuck itself into the wall right in the middle of a picture of Mitchie taped up. I couldn't stop the gasp that escaped from me. His head snapped up and he spotted me as I was backing up slowly. Once he saw it was me, he seemed to smirk evilly.
"Well, guess I wont have to worry about you blabbing your mouth off to someone." He lifted another knife from the desk that the lamp sat on. He lifted it much like he had with the other one and I took no time at all running away from there.
Mitchie's POV
I woke up to someone shaking me frantically. I opened my eyes reluctantly to see Alex shaking me with a panicked expression. I snapped out of my sleepy state and sat up.
"What? What's wrong?" i asked her. She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the bed then practically dragged me down some hallways before we made it to Jaques room.
"Alex, what are we doing here?" I asked her. She put her finger to her lips and slowly started to open the door.
"Alex!" I scolded stopping her from opening it completely. She sighed in frustration and ran her shaky hands through her hair. Her eyes widened as she got an idea. She grabbed my arm and started pulling me back in the way we came till she stopped looking a little lost.
"Here, my rooms this way" I told her. I had this whole place mapped out in my head from exploring when I was little. I got us back to the room and Alex ran past me and started shuffling through her backpack. She took out a notebook and a pencil. She sat on my bed and put the pencil to the paper with a look of concentration settling over her face. I walked over and sat on the bed. It wasn't long till she had finished. Even in the span of a few short seconds, she still was able to create an amazing drawing. There was a line seperating the top and bottom of the page. In the top was a perfect rendition of Jaque squinting one eye as if he were aiming and his hand had a knife lifted. The picture on the bottom was the same knife sticking out of what looked to be a picture of me.
"Alex, what's this?" She scribbled her answer out in her notebook.
'Your butler. I got lost and found his room and saw him doing that. Then when he saw me he said "Well, guess I wont have to worry about you blabbing your mouth off to someone."'
"What? Alex are you sure you didn't dream this? I mean it is only" I looked to the clock next to my bed. "5:30! What were you doing up this early!?"
I didn't dream it Mitch! It was real, I swear!
"C'mon why don't we go back to sleep. We have an hour before we need to get up for school, why don't we just rest?"
She did look tired, but she was reluctant.
"I swear we'll check it out later" I told her. She nodded her head a little and I smiled. I got in under the covers then gestured for her to do the same. She got in and snuggled closely to me. Her breathing still seemed to be a bit fast so I put my arm protectively over her. She sighed at my touch and the next second her breathing was even. I looked to her to make sure. Yep she's asleep, wow she must have been tired. I really hope I'm right and there's nothing to worry about. Otherwise, well be in for a rough day tomorrow.
Alex's POV
We got up over an hour later and I immediately grabbed Mitchies hand and dragged her to where their butler had been before. Mitchie went up on knocked on the door. We heard footsteps before the door opened. I immediately cowered behind Mitch.
"What's going on? You need something?" He asked groggily looking as if he just woke up. Mitchie looked back to me doubtfully.
"Were you up earlier today at all?"
"no"
"Well then we're sorry to wake you, but would you mind if we just had a look inside?" He put on a confused face as if he had no idea why on earth we'd want to see his room, but I could see through his act.
He nodded unsurely and opened the door further. Mitchie grabbed my hand and led me in. I immediately went to the wall he had thrown the knife. Of course I didn't think I'd find the picture or knife still up, but I hoped to find some holes in the wall or some sort of evidence against him. I looked as closely as possible, but there were no traces of evidence that he had ever even touched it. I ran my hand against it to find it was dry, If he had used something to cover the wall, it would still be wet. I started feeling all over the wall and the next. I couldn't believe it. It was like it never happened. I ran to the corner with the desk. There were no knifes anywhere in sight, or anything to prove him to be guilty. I didn't know how, but he somehow covered his tracks. I hung my head in defeat and led Mitchie out of the room.
"Sorry again" Mitchie told him.
Sorry I am so ashamed for the length, but there will be longer ones I promise.
