You know that moment when you feel like the dead are alive. That's what I feel like right now looking at Mark. I walk back hitting the side draw, knocking over the small table. He stands in front of me, all bloody with dirty and ripped clothes on, holding a gun up at me. I let out the loudest scream.

"You can't escape us, Sophia." I felt warm breathing on my neck, making me flinch.

Jake stands there holding my face in his hands. I look back in front of me to see no mark, no blood.

"What happened, why did you scream?" He asks looking at me worriedly. I take a deep breathe looking up at the other guys who were standing around me.

I removed his hands from my face, "Nothing. Nothing happened."

"Sophia. You screamed." Caden says.

"I know."

"Why did you scream?" He asks.

"Why are you talking to me like I'm a baby." I snapped back.

"I'm not talking to you like your a baby."

"I'm fine guys, I'm perfectly fine," I whisper walking backwards and out of the house. I quickly dial Elijah's number and lean against my car.

"Hello." His raspy voice came from the other end.

"Where's marks body?" I ask him.

"What?" He asks.

"Marks body, where is it?"

"It's buried with the rest." He replies. "Why are you asking?"

"I want to see it."

"Why do you want to see it?" He questions.

"Just for once, don't question me." I sigh.

"Okay. Meet me at the clove-grove graveyard." He says and hangs up the phone. I put my phone away and look back at the house, looking around at my surroundings before walking back inside.

"You okay?" Carter asks when I walk in.

I scoff, "As if you care."

"I do." His hard eyes soften.

"If you really cared about me Carter, then you wouldn't have slept with me last night, then left me feeling used and pathetic." I spat. His Adam's apples bobbed as he looked behind me. I turn around to see Emily standing there with Melissa, Harper, Blaze and a few of the boys.

"You slept with her when you were still with me?" Emily asks in disbelief as tear shone in her eyes. Carter looked at me before sighing giving Emily the answer she wanted.

"What the hell Carter?" Blaze says. "I might not like Emily, but that's classed as cheating."

"What's that got to do with Emily?" I ask.

"Because she's still his girlfriend," Harper states defensively.

"Carter bro, you shouldn't have done that." Caden shakes his head.

"And she's pregnant too, don't forget," Blaze added.

"When I fucked Sophia, I had no idea Emily was pregnant." Carter scoffed. Fucked?

"But you guys were still boyfriend and girlfriend," Melissa said.

"Okay so?" Carter asked.

"So? You cheated on her!" Harper exclaimed. Why the hell does she care?

"It's not like it meant anything," Carter said walking up to Emily and grabbed her hands. I bit my lip from lashing out or saying anything I'd regret later.

"I'm sorry." He said and she nodded. He leaned down gave her a peck.

"But," Emily said. "I don't want her anywhere near you, near us."

"What the hell?" I question.

"Carter, I don't want her here." She said and a tear rolled down her cheek.

"Then she won't be here." He whispered to her before looking back at me.

"Leave." He demands.

"This ain't your fucking house babes." I grit out.

"Sophia, just go," Harper said looking down.

"What did I do wrong, that you want me to go?" I ask, nearly screaming.

"You slept with my boyfriend and I don't trust you around him. I don't want you anywhere near him. Desperate hoes, like yourself, always try to steal other people's men." Emily spat just as my phone rang.

My eyes glance to Carter who looked amused by her words. Everyone else was just looking down. "Fine. I don't think I want to be anywhere near someone like you and I feel very sorry for that unborn child, it'll have you as it's mother." I said and began to walk out.

"Hello," I answer my phone just as I put one phone over the threshold.

"I need your help." Elijah wheezed out.

"Are you hurt?" I ask him stopping in my steps.

"I got . . . Shot." He whispers breathing heavily.

"Shot?" I ask. A shuffle of feet behind me, tell me I got everyone's attention with my word.

"Yeah."

"Where are you?" I ask rushing out the door and to my car.

"My house." He breathed.

"Apply pressure to the wound Elijah. I'm coming." I said cutting the call, got in my car and drove off.

• • •

"Fuck." I curse looking at at the blood on the floor. "Okay, let me get the first aid kit, I need to stitch you up."

"Hurry." He gasps. I run out of the living room and go to the kitchen. Grabbing the first aid kit and a bottle of alcohol, I run back to the living room to see him laying down the couch.

I peel off his black t-shirt which is covered in blood. Looking at wound I say, "the bullet doesn't look that deep. I can pull it out and then stitch you up." He nods at my words.

Lifting his head up a bit, he drowns half the bottle of alcohol. I clean up the blood around the skin and grabbed the tweezers after I've sterilised them. Carefully pulled the bullet out. He grunts and groans in pain, even shouting a few curses words.

I make sure to have removed the bullet completely before cleaned it up and stitching him up. I wipe hand after doing the last stitch and then wipe his face, getting rid of the sweat. "Thank you." He breathes out tired.

"No problem," I whisper, pushing back the fallen hair on his forehead. He closes his eyes, clearly exhausted. Fixing the pillows under his head, I grabbed the blanket that's kept in the living room and drape it over him. Hearing small snores from him alert me that he's fallen asleep.

I put everything away and walk back int eh living room, looking at him before walking toward my room. I stop in my steps hearing the doorbell ring. Turning around I walk towards the front door.

I open the door and Levi stands there, with his two bodyguards behind him. Blood splattered over his white shirt and black blazer. His Armani suit was surely ruined by the blood splotches. But from the cunning smile that graces his face, I know it's not his blood.

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