Hey guys! Sorry for the super duper late upload. :( i'm just really busy because of school and application forms for college, so I hope you guys understand. I got really inspired when I was at the mall, so I typed this on my iPod and I hope you guys like it! :) Enjoy!

Chapter 14

Bex's POV

I was sleeping like a baby until I heard a groan beside me.

"Oh shit. Who's beside me?" I wondered.

My right hand was exploring the other side of the bed then I felt something warm. I guess it's a person.

"Woah, head rush," I whispered to myself as soon as I sat up to look who's beside me.

I looked at the person's fetus-like outline and came to a conclusion that the person is a guy. Since I was so curious who's beside me, I poked his side and he groaned again. I kept doing this for God knows how long until his hand grabbed my wrist and he said, "Bex, will you stop?"

I gasped and said, "How'd you know my name?"

"Ugh, will you stop talking? You're giving me a headache!"

"I don't care if I'm giving you a headache! Just answer the damn question!"

"Rebecca Baxter, for God's sake! Will you stop screaming?"

Whirling around, I looked for the person who made that angry comment. My gaze landed on a really ugly Macey. And believe me when I say ugly, I mean really ugly.

Her hair looks like a rat's nest (do rats have nests? Oh well..), her eyes were bloodshot, and her lips were chapped and bleeding. Such an ugly sight, if you ask me.

"AHH! MONSTER!" I screamed at her, knowing that Macey hates being called a monster or something close to it.

"I am not a monster," she said through her gritted teeth.

"Liz! Oh God, protect me from this horrible monster!

"UGH! That's it, Baxter! You are so going to get it!"

She lunged at me and started pulling my hair while screaming profanities at me. As she was about to slap my face, she was pulled away by a terrible looking Liz.

"Phew, thanks Lizzie. I owe you," I told Liz.

"Yeah sure. No problem."

Once I saw Macey calm down, I approached her and said, "Sorry Macey."

She sighed, "It's fine. Wait, it's not actually. Just don't call me that. Got it?"

I nodded and she smile and hugged me.

"Oh yay! Happy endings! I love happy endings. It makes me cry. Gosh, I'm getting all emotional," Liz muttered while wiping an imaginary tear.

Macey and I looked at each other then rolled our eyes at our best friend's poor acting.

"Okay, now that you guys are fine, now would be the right time to ask you three this question. Where are we?" a guy's voice suddenly interjected.

"Jonas? Is that you?" Liz asked.

"Yup," he said, popping the p.

"Oh thank God you're okay."

"I actually am not okay. And so are you girls."

"Why thank you, Captain Obvious," I said sarcastically, while rolling my eyes at him.

"You're welcome, Sergeant Sarcasm," he answer back. "Or is Lieutenant?" he added.

"Whatever, look, we need to know where we are. I can't remember how we even got in here. Anybody remember?" I asked.

They all shook their heads no. I ran a hand through my face, something I usually do when I'm frustrated.

Suddenly, we heard a door lock open and viola, the door opened. How extraordinary! I squinted my eyes as the light illuminated our dark room.

"Rise and shine!" said an unknown voice.

"Oh wait, you're all awake. This is good! How are you guys feeling?" asked the unknown person.

"Who are you?" Macey asked.

"Ah, answering a question with a question. Unfortunately, I am not a big fan of this, Ms. McHenry."

Her eyes grew wide and it was obvious that she was thinking how this person knew her.

"Carl! Teach this girl a lesson, will you?" shouted the unknown person at another unknown person. Boy, this is so confusing!

Suddenly, a huge, burly man entered the room. He then grabbed Macey's hair and then slapped her.

"Hey! You can't do that!" I shouted at Carl. Looks like I now know the name of one of the unknown persons.

"Baxter, don't you dare come close to Macey if you don't want to be killed," said the unknown person coldly.

"Carl, one slap is fine. Go back to guarding Ms. Morgan and my idiot brother."

I felt relieved when I heard that Cammie was still alive. And whoever that brother is, I'm glad he's okay too.

Carl then left and the unknown person made himself known. And guess who it was? It was none other than Alex Evans.

He looked at each one of us and his gaze remained at Macey's face.

"Tsk tsk. Such an ugly sight to see, McHenry! You look horrible," Alex commented.

"Why, thank you, Alex. That's just what every girl wants to hear from a guy."

Then she whispered to me, "Oh my God. I'm going to have a BF." (A/N: I am guessing that some of you know where this line comes from. HAHA XD I really love that line! Oh yes, and I don't own that line.)

I chuckled when she said my favorite line from a movie and I thought I was the only one who heard it. Unfortunately, Alex heard it.

"What's a BF?" he asked, obviously intrigued.

I raised one eyebrow at him and asked, "You don't know?"

"Of course I don't. 'cause if I did, I wouldn't have asked," he answered.

"Touché," I commented.

Clearing my throat, I imitated the voice from the movie where that line came from, "Oh my God. She's gonna have a bitch fit!"

His eyes grew wide and said in a shaky voice, "Hey Macey, I'm sorry. You look wonderful! Just beautiful!"

I could feel a laugh just waiting to escape from my mouth. I tried really hard to conceal my laughter but it was so hard and suddenly, I lauded out loud.

"You -laugh- actually -laugh- fell -laugh- for -laugh- it!" I managed to tell him that while laughing. How, I have no idea.

His face showed pure confusion then its as if somebody threw a bucket of cold water at him and realization dawned upon him. He then glared at me and said, "That's not funny, Bex."

"Yes way!"

"No way!"

"Yes way!"

"No way!"

"Yes way!"

"No way!"

"SHUT UP!"

Alex and I were shocked when we heard Liz, Macey and Jonas shout at us.

"Sorry," we both mumbled.

"Will you two stop acting like children? It's so annoying!" Macey told us, angrily.

"Yeah, I'll stop. Although, I can't say the same thing for Alex," I told them while looking at Alex, waiting for his response to Macey's question.

"I wo-" Alex stopped when he saw my menacing glare. He coughed and then said, "I will stop! Yes indeed. I will definitely stop."

"Thank you, Alex and Bex. Wow, you're names rhyme," Liz commented.

"Okay, this has been a nice conversation but I must go now. If you guys want food," he then pointed at a red button near the door, "just press this and then a guard will attend to your needs. That's all. Bye guys."

He then closed the door and once again, we were engulfed in the dark.

"I can't see. I hate not being able to see," Liz said after a minute of silence.

I sighed and told them, "Do you guys think Zach and Cammie are okay?"

"Well, one can only hope," Macey said.

"Yeah, I know. I just hope they really are okay," I mumbled in response.

Sighing, I walked back to the bed and sat. I can't help but feel really uneasy due to the fact that me and my friends are all being held against our own will. But most importantly, because Cammie, my best friend and a sister-like figure, isn't with me.

There was this one time when we were both five years old and a ten year old kid bullied Cammie. That kid didn't know what I was capable of so I guess that explains why he was so scared when he saw me take some nun chucks out of my bag. You know, the black thing that ninjas use? Yeah, I have one of those in my bag.

So that just shows that I am willing to do anything to protect my sister. I love her so much and I really don't want anything bad to happen to her. I suddenly had the urge to bawl my eyes out but no. Cammie wouldn't want me crying over this silly dilemma. And because I am Rebecca Baxter, I'm tough and tough girls don't cry. They... Don't.

"Just let it all out, Bex," someone whispered to me.

That did it. I was really good at controlling my emotions but those words caused my tears to continuously pour.

"Tough girls don't cry! This is so unlike me. Bex doesn't cry," I told that someone, which was Macey.

"Sh sh. You know, Bex. Even the toughest of the tough have feelings and emotions. They cry too. It's impossible if one person isn't capable of crying. And even if a tough person cries, it doesn't mean that they've gone soft. It just shows that they are capable of feeling," she said soothingly.

"Thanks Macey. I just don't want anything bad to happen to Cammie. Or us. I don't know how I'll cope if that happens. But one thing's for sure, I won't let anything bad happen to any of us. I won't. And that's a promise," I told her.

She just nodded and hugged me. I cried and cried until I fell asleep. I never knew I could be capable of crying myself to sleep.

ALEX'S POV

When I said good bye to the four, I really didn't leave. I just closed the door and sat outside, listening to their conversations.

After about five minutes, I was really bored so I stood up and turned to leave. Until I heard some sniffing. I came to a conclusion that someone was crying.

I approached the door then listened. It turns out that Bex was crying.

Chuckling to myself, I thought, "Not much of a tough girl now, are you?"

That was until I heard the reason why she was crying. I suddenly felt the urge to cry as well.

"Nice, Alex. Just nice. You're the evil person here and you want to cry. Pathetic," I muttered to myself.

You see, I may call Zach my "idiot brother" but I do care for him. Surprising, isn't it?

I remember the time when I was two years old and he was three, we were playing with our favorite toy cars. We heard an explosion and our parents rushed to our aid, screaming, "It's them. We have to protect the boys."

I cried and cried and the only thing that can stop me from crying was a hug. Not from my mom or dad but from Zach.

"Hey little buddy. Don't cry. Mommy and daddy will protect you. But most importantly, Zachy will protect you," he told me.

It's amazing how a three year old could be that confident and sure of his capabilities.

One look at his face, that's all it took to make me stop crying.

I was feeling okay already until I felt Zach being pulled away from me.

"Zachy! Where is my bwother? Zachy!" I screamed.

"Alex! Alex, where are you? Al-" his screaming was suddenly cut off.

Then, I felt a pair of arms engulf me. Relieved, I thought, "Zachy's back!"

But it turns out to be mom.

She whispered, "Alex, dear. Dad's gone. We have to go now."

"What? Where did daddy go?" I asked her.

"He went to a happy place, baby. Don't worry he'll protect us."

As a two year old, I am not that dumb. I knew that the "happy place" is Heaven.

"But, where's Zachy? Is he with daddy?" I asked her.

Her eyes grew wide and she frantically searched around the room, looking for my brother.

"No, no, no, no..." she kept on muttering that single word.

There were a lot of smoke in the room and I couldn't breathe anymore. I then blacked out before I could hear what my mom was about to say.

As I was growing up, I investigated and searched for the whereabouts of my brother. It turns out that some agent from the CIA was the one who grabbed him away from me and posed as his mother. How sick is that?

Of course, I also found out why the CIA ambushed our house. Our dad was the leader of the Circle, until he was killed. And now, my dear mother is the leader.

When I was old enough to go to school, my mother enrolled me at Blackthorne and it so happens that Zach goes to that school as well.

I couldn't help but feel happy when I found Zach. When I introduced myself, he didn't recognize me. Of course he doesn't remember me. Maybe he does but he just don't recognize me. The reason for this is because my very own mother changed my appearance. How she did is way beyond me.

I never really hated Zach. I do love him, simply because he's my brother. And now, I'm torn up between helping my brother and his friends or helping my mother torture or possibly kill them. I know that I should choose the more sensible one but it's not that easy. I love my mom and brother and I want everybody to be pleased. Not just one person, but everybody.

"Ugh. Suicide is probably the answer to this dilemma," I thought.

"No, it's not, you dummy. Killing yourself won't help," a voice in my mind said.

"Who said that?"

"Your conscience. The sensible one, to be exact."

"Really? I have a sensible conscience?"

"Yes, and will you stop talking? You're turning into a madman."

"Yeah, you're right. I'm talking to myself. I should probably stop."

"Mr. Evans? The female prisoner needs medical attention," a voice told me. And this voice didn't come from mind.

I looked up and saw Ned, Carl's second-in-command.

"What? Oh yes. Medical attention. Yes, call Dr. Drew immediately."

"Certainly sir. Oh yes, your mother requests your presence," he said.

"Right now?"

"Yes, sir."

"Very well. Thank you, Ned."

He nodded and turned to leave.

I wondered what my mother needed. Sighing, I stood up and went to my mother's office.

I really hope she has no intentions of killing Zach and his friends.

About the next chapter, I will not make any promises on when I will be able to upload it. :( And I really need your ideas on what you think will happen next or who will end up with who or how the ending will be. Please review! I swear, reviews make my day. :D And a big thanks to those who added me to their story alert thingo, favorite author (HIHI :") ) and author alert thingo. THANK YOU GUYS! :D*big virtual hug*