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Chapter 14: King of Anything

Leigh POV

"Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" Logan asked for the umpteenth time.

"Yes, I'm fine…you guys go on ahead," I insisted exasperatedly. My patience was wearing thin.

The boys looked at each other, having a silent conversation with their eyes. I knew they were still concerned about the break in at my apartment last night. Seeing that they were still uncertain about leaving me alone for the evening, I gave them my best attempt at a reassuring smile.

"Guys, really. I'm fine. Go enjoy the movie."

That seemed to assuage their hesitations somewhat. The boys looked at each other once more, a silent agreement seeming to form. James then stared at me warily.

"Ok," he began tentatively, "But you promise to call us if you need anything?"

Triumphant, I replied, "I promise."

Satisfied with my response, the boys and I exchanged our goodbyes and they left. Their concern for me was incredibly sweet, and once again I almost felt guilty for lying to them and going behind their backs. But as I looked down at the note I found last night, I knew I was doing the right thing. I waited a few minutes, giving the boys enough time to leave the premises. After about twenty minutes, I headed to my car and drove into the night.

I found it ironic that he wanted to meet me here, of all places. Madam Wok's. This restaurant held a lot of memories for me, even though I only discovered it a few months ago. It was the place where I found a small amount of income when I lost my job. It was the place where James and I went on our "date." It was the place where I could go and no one would ask me questions about myself. It was my sanctuary, and this bastard was going to ruin it for me.

He wanted to meet me in the alleyway behind Madam Wok's. But unfortunately, in order to get there, I had to pass by the restaurant's glass front door. Deciding there was no time like the present, I walked quickly past the restaurant, hoping my "boss" wouldn't see me. Not hearing anyone come out of the restaurant, I made my way down the alley. I couldn't see anyone, but I knew I needed to stay on my toes. I heard something move from behind me, and before I could react I felt one arm wrap around my midsection and another arm placing something pointy at my throat. It didn't take me long to realize it was a knife. My assailant began to lightly drag the knife across my flesh, and I felt something wet drip down my throat. Not wasting anymore time, I chose to play dirty. I chomped down on what I hoped was my adversary's flesh. Thankfully, I heard a masculine voice curse, dropping his knife in recoil. Seizing the opportunity, I mule kicked him, causing him to stumble back a few feet. He backed up into the wall, and slid down it. I grabbed the knife and ran toward the man, aiming the blade toward his throat. He looked up at me, and began to laugh.

"So…little Sparrow has come out to play," a deep, familiar voice sang.

"Do not call me that," I snarled, not taking his bullshit. I tossed the knife aside, knowing that it was no longer necessary. My throat ached, and I touched it with the tips of my fingers. Blood appeared on my fingers, but luckily it wasn't very much.

The fellow in question stood up, rubbing his head. "Now, now…calm down. Is that any way to treat your big brother?"

"It is when you decide to attack me under the cover of nightfall. I got your note, Aidan…now talk." I barked, informing him that I would be the one in charge of our little conversation tonight.

"As feisty as ever, I see," Aidan quipped. "And you already know why I'm here."

I stood firm, crossing my arms across my chest. "I'm not coming back."

"Don't be foolish. We all know you're in deep shit. If you keep running around like this, you're gonna get yourself killed."

"I've taken care of myself for the past two years. I don't need you, so why don't you just—"

SLAP!

I felt myself stagger a few steps, and I placed my hand on my cheek. Tears were threatening to fall, but I fought them off.

"It would behoove you to remember your place," Aidan stated, his voice void of any emotion. Flashes of my childhood began to stir in my brain. I shook my head, successfully banishing the memories. Gaining my confidence back, I sneered at my brother.

"What 'place'? I left remember? I don't have to answer to you anymore."

My brother exhaled audibly. "Believe it or not, we're family. And regardless of what you do, we'll always be family. And family takes care of every single member, no matter how obstinate he or she can be."

"I don't care. I will never come home. Ever."

He didn't seem impressed. "Oh, really? And I suppose you don't care if your little friends end up like that Cassandra girl, do you? Let's see…what was their band's name again? Big Time Goners?"

I snapped and charged at him, ready to beat the living daylights out of him. As soon as I reached him, Aidan simply sidestepped, grabbing my arm and flipping me onto the ground. I landed on the ground in a crumpled heap, pain shooting up my right arm. Shakily, I pushed myself off the ground, gritting my teeth at the stinging sensation that resulted from my action.

"You're letting your feelings for these boys cloud your logic. And a sound mind is key to survival," he chastised.

I glared at him, even though I knew the dim lighting hid it.

"You know I speak the truth," he continued, "these boys are doing you no good. You've let them soften you, and now you've slipped up. He's found you. Why else do you think he killed your friend Cassandra and those other girls? Severed your brakes so that you'd go flying into the lake? He wants you to suffer. And you and I both know his next step will be to go after your precious little boy band. Just come home, it's safer for everyone involved."

He was right. I've outstayed my welcome, and it was time for me to get the hell out of Dodge. I've ruined too many people's lives with my selfishness.

"You listen, and listen well," I ordered, "I will save myself. Not you. I would rather drop dead than accept help from the likes of you." I explained, making my voice as menacing as possible.

"You always were proud," Aidan stated, "I'll tell you what. Go back to the Palm Woods and think about it. I'll come for you in two day's time."

I didn't respond. Taking my silence as an agreement, he approached me, placing his hands on my shoulders.

"Be careful, baby sister," he admonished gravely. He then let go, and walked away, disappearing into the darkness.

Carlos POV

"Man, that movie was awesome!" I exclaimed as we exited the movie theatre. The other boys bobbed their heads vigorously in agreement.

"But I'm still worried about Leigh," Logan sadly stated.

"Me too," James added, looking distressed.

"Well, she never did call any of us, right?" Kendall tried to reason, but it was easy to see he was just as concerned as the rest of us. I noticed the other boys look down at their phones, affirming Kendall's statement. I looked down at my phone and gasped.

"Holy crap!"

The other boys eyed me worriedly. "What?" they all cried.

"I…I missed fifteen phone calls," I scrolled through my phone hastily, "and they're all from my dad."

"Your dad?" Logan echoed. "Why did he call you?"

I began to panic. "I dunno." I rapidly dialed my dad's number and waited impatiently for him to answer.

"Hello?" I heard my dad's voice say.

"Dad, is everything ok?" I blurted out, scared of the reason why he called.

He hesitated. "I'm afraid not, son."

I tried to calm myself down. "W-what's wrong?"

"It's your friend, Leigh," he sighed.

I remained silent, waiting for him to go on. My father's voice sounded strained, but he continued.

"As you already know, Leigh has found herself in a few sticky situations recently. In light of all of this, we've dug deeper into her files, and discovered a few things. The first thing we found out was the fact that her social security is not hers. We have reason to believe she stole it from a dead woman in Massachusetts."

"You're saying she's impersonating a dead person?" I interrupted, not believing my ears. Out of my peripheral, I saw James, Logan, and Kendall's mouths drop open, not believing what I just said.

"There's more, Carlos," my father began again, "but I'm afraid what little we do know about her doesn't make sense. Do you know where she is? We really need to get her to sort things out for us."

"Umm…she should be at the Palm Woods," I informed him. "That's where we saw her last."

For what seemed like the millionth time, my father sighed. "I was afraid you'd say that. We've already checked her apartment and the rest of the Palm Woods. Carlos, she isn't there."

My heart stopped beating. "Y-you can't f-find her?" I stammered. I heard my friends inhale sharply as they launched into a whispered conversation amongst themselves.

"Carlos, you need to tell me the truth. Do you know where else she could've gone? She could be in grave danger."

I felt the room spin. "What danger?"

"You mean you don't know?"

I was starting to get frustrated. "No Dad, I have absolutely no clue what you're talking about! Why could she be in danger?"

"I forget you don't watch the news. Carlos, there's been a serial killer on the loose, the same one who we believe killed your friend Cassandra. You see, we believe he's targeting certain types of girls: blonde hair, green eyes, medium height and weight."

"That sounds like Leigh!" I nearly screamed at the realization.

"But Carlos, that's the not the only thing," my dad said once again, sounding like a broken record "You remember her 'accident' at the park? Right before Cassandra's death, we called Leigh with our findings. We have reason to believe someone deliberately severed her brake cables. We believe someone wants Leigh dead. And we think whoever that may be is connected to the serial killer."

Were it not for the fact that my adrenaline was working on overtime at this point, I might have passed out.

"Dad, I honestly don't know where else she could be," I said, "but we'll try her cell phone and call you if we find anything." I hung up and turned to my friends, who looked at me anxiously. I quickly summarized what my dad told me. Each boy had a look of complete horror. Logan leaned against the wall, his face pale. James looked like he was about to vomit and Kendall began to pace back and forth.

"What are we gonna do?" I whimpered.

"We're going to find her, that's what!" Kendall yelled, his eyes bright with determination.

"But where do we start looking? It's a big city, we'll never find her," Logan reasoned miserably.

James snapped his fingers. "I know where we can look."

Logan, Kendall, and I stared at him, surprised. I recovered first.

"I'll call my dad back."

"No!" Logan shouted. "There's no time. By the time we get the cops involved, it could be too late."

James began to run. "Follow me!" he called over shoulder. The rest of us sprinted behind him, hoping we'd find her before it was too late.

A/N: Uh oh…we're getting closer and closer to the truth! Think you can handle it? LOL

So, like I said in the previous chapter, I'm making a few alterations to this story. So, from here on out, I have NO CLUE what's going to happen. I mean, I have an idea…but we'll see.

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