Chapter 162: Determination
Rory
As I blinked down at the knife, I kept trying to figure out how it got do my pocket, it made no asnaw to me. The knife looked like an ancient thing, one rnzt no one was supposed to mess with, and it was right here in my pocket. How did it get here?
Last I remembered before I passed out, Alex had fully drained out my blood and I actually thought that was the point of my death, but surprisingly, I didn’t and up dying. Instead, I woke up and the hole ib my chest was no longer there. I’d have said I had completely dreamt that up if my sister’s dead body wasn’t here right now.
Her body wasn’t that cold which means it hadn’t been long since I passed out. But my question still remained the same. What actually happened.
As I turned around to sit on the table so I could try gathering my thoughts together, everything just felt more scattered and humbled up in my head. I stared down at the knife pointedly, wondering if it meant anything. I ended up coming up nothing and I contemplated abandoning by this table but I ended up deciding against that. The knife looked like something really important and I wasn’t sure if was a good idea to just leave it here. Not knowing what else to do with it, I ended up shoving it back into my pocket as I got to my feet and stretched my limbs a little.
After that, my gaze darted to the entrance of this spacious room and I began to wonder where Alex was and what he was currently doing. He was the one who had brought me here after kidnapping me, which means he’s definitely around somewhere. That means I can’t even be able to leave freely right now.
I began to curse him out in my mind at once, just as more memories of all the ways he ruined my life resurfaced in my head, and as they slowly flowed in, they all ended with the memory of hin telling me he had shot Jason. In that very moment, I went still and found it hard to breathe. Then I lost my footing and stumbled a little before trying to force air into my lungs.
Panic slowly filled up my lungs as I headed straight for the locked doors in the next moment.
Jason’s name kept echoing around in my head as I got to the door. Oh fuck. Alex freaking shot him. Is he okay? Is he still alive? Memories of me crying right on that table after Alex broke that news resurfaces in my mind and I briefly wondered why I forgot about all this when I first woke up.