Chapter Nine

All Alone

Amari's Point of View:

Those words went through me like a bullet, and though Rachel's expression said nothing, I could tell she was feeling just as broken to bits as I was. What was I doing letting them walk over me again? It was time to get angry.

Next thing I knew, I was at her by the wrists and holding her to the ground, screaming , "You know that wasn't my fault!" Scowling furiously, she kicks me off of her and puts me in a chocking headlock.

"Take responsibility for your actions, for once!" she screams. "You know it was your fault!"

"Whoa! Guys, just chill!" Cole yells while trying to intervene. But he is immediately stopped by me when I shouted, "Don't bother, Cole! She's just a scared little girl that needs to take out her emotions on somebody else!" With that said, I ram my teeth into wrist and waited for her to pull back in result, but it seems like she knew that was coming, and she didn't react. That gave me a chance to try something else.

"Why don't you just do it, Rache?" I tempted her. The both of us come up almost an inch from the ground by me taking step up in an effort to get her off of me. "Go ahead and just try to kill me, just like I 'killed' Jesse." I finally grab her by the legs and flip her off, dropping her to the ground in the process.

"You senseless, sorry excuse for—

"Go ahead. Give me another insult, I'll add to the long list of records!"

Well, she didn't say anything else…..unless you count being cut across the neck with one of her daggers an insult. Oh, don't worry. I got her back with a punch in the jaw. Maybe not my best response, but at least it gave the little crowds of people forming around us a reason to stop recording and leave.

"Okay, that's enough!" Jay shouts. Before I could hit her again, I could feel a giant pair of arms wrap around me tightly so I couldn't make any other movements. It was Cole.

Megan's Point of View:

"We can't continue on like this," I said. "Either you woman up or turn around now and leave! So, what's it going to be?"

"I'll take 'Turning Around and Leaving' for five hundred, Alex." With that said, Amari pulled a smoke bomb on us and left from the gastric cloud now encircling us; and once we were done coughing and seeing the smoke clear, everybody realized that she was gone.

Rachel spit on the ground, "Good riddance!"

Being the oldest, my job was to keep everybody together, safe, and out of trouble. That promise broke, and Amari was gone. My hand then raises up out of nowhere and strikes Rachel across the face, making her stagger back. "Are you proud now?! Did you stick up your nose so high that it turned into a skyscraper?!"

"What the heck did I do?!" she questions.

"What kind of a question was that? You know what you did!" I screamed.

She stares directly into my eyes and smoothes her tangled hair back, "Did you not realize how childish she was being? You and I both know she was the one that started the problem that day. She was the one acting up and it was her that decided it was okay to—

She stops with widened eyes.

"Go on. Tell me what SHE did."

But she didn't. It was as if the words spiraled around her and looped her brain back into place, finally pushing away her tough, tomboy personality and bringing her back to reality. So she ignored my responses like I hadn't said it at all, and kicked the dirt once before picking up one of her now blood-coated daggers and putting it back into her belt.

She shoots a death glare at me and turns away, mumbling, "Don't forget to say hi to Lucifer for me when you go to his house." Her footsteps plod away in dust clouds, and I'm left to face the shocked expressions of the group.

I dare not to even look at them, "I'm sorry you guys had to see that….I think I just need to go home."

So I did. I even caught a glimpse of Lloyd lifting a hand up and taking a step forward, possibly in an effort to reason with me, but he's stopped by Zane when his hand is placed on his shoulder, nodding his head side to side slightly.

…

"Hey Jesse?"

"Yeah?"

"You ever wonder about that place?"

"What place?"

The fourteen year old points towards the sky and says, "That place; the one way past the stars."

"Heaven?"

"That's the one."

"What about it?"

"They say it's the place where the true believers go. The one place where it's true paradise."

"But there's a lot of people that believe in things. They can't all fit up there."

"Don't you believe?"

"I believe in a lot of things."

"True, but wouldn't you want to at least see it?"

"It depends. Would you be there next to me?"

Soooo, I'm still kinda debating on whether or not this story should continue. I feel like it shouldn't, but then again, it should. Well, it's up to you guys! What do you think?