Chapter 42

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"DUDE YOUR FEET ARE LIKE ICE-BLOCKS! PEE OFF GREY!" 

"Hey I can't sleep with socks on, I feel too suffocated so deal with it pr*ck!"

"SHUT THE F*** UP!" Isaac roared and almost smothered Dylan with his pillow in rage.

"Then tell Grey to stop touching me with his -1000 degree feet!" Dylan sassed back with a deep scowl on his face. I look over dazed to see all the fighting unfold, we were all snuggled up together under the blanket fort, all nice and cosy...but Grey's Antarctica feet had to ruin it all.

I look over to see Dylan doing his breathing exercises to calm his short temper, then pulling down his fluffy turquoise eye mask down that reads "STFU BITCH IM SLEEPING" It defiantly screams Dylan and I can one hundred percent bet he made it himself.

Dylan and Grey turned their backs on each other and let our huffs of annoyance, I snuggle back in Jason's arms and rest my head on his chest, breathing calmly and resting my mind for the first time in a while.

Isaac was sleeping the other side of me and listening to what I believe is hardcore rock music, blasting at volume 100 through his crappy one-dollar earphones. His eyes are resting shut and his hands are waving around in the air, pretending he's on the drums and guitar living his dream of being in a rock group jamming in front of millions of people. Just the thought of him in a leather jacket and greasy hairdo makes me smile to myself.

I never understand him whenever he tells me that the rock music helps him clear his mind and send him to sleep...it makes zero sense to me? It kills my eardrums whenever he plays it near me and I'm not the one even listening to it in my ears!?

Retired street fighter, sneaks around with the wrong crowds, possible weed smoker but an affectionate cuddly bear whenever I graze my knee...he's definitely one of a kind.

"What time is it?" I ask no one in particular.

"11.55" Jason murmured against my ear, making my newly pierced earring jingle with his breath fanning it. I nod my head in understanding and play with the bracelet on Jason's wrist that I made him when I was twelve.

"I can't believe you still have this ugly thing," I said and played with the blue and orange beads thread through a flimsy bit of grey string that I made in school. Jason sits up a bit and pulled me up with him, he glances down at the bracelet and smiles down at it.

"Don't offend the work of art princess! It's beautiful and I have never taken it off in four years. I am too attached too it." He whispered and looked down in happiness, probably remembering the time I gave it to him.

Flashback

"JASEY look! Look what I made you in class!"

"Ooh, what is it princess?"

"Mrs Thompson told us to make bracelets for the people that make us feel most special! So, I made you, Issac, Dil and Grey colourful bracelets to wear forever and ever! Because you are all very special to meeee!"

"Aw, angel they look so cute!"

"I promise to wear it always and to never take it off!"

Flashback over

"I remember your cute innocent face run through the front door with four colourful bracelets in your small hands, running up to me and practically forcing the bracelet on my wrist. I promised you that day to never take it off, and I intend on keeping that promise." Jason said whilst stroking my back and looking down at the homemade bracelet, suffocating his wrist with tacky cheap beads and old thread.

"The others probably threw theirs away a week after I gave it to them," I said and chuckled sadly. Jason looked down at me with an unreadable expression, never taking his eyes off of mine.

"They still have them till this day Amber! They told me to not tell you this but I'm going too anyway, whenever Isaac would go to one of his boxing or wrestling tournaments, he would always place his bracelet in his gym bag and hold it before all his matches. I know Dylan keeps his bracelet in that padlocked jewellery box thing he keeps on his chest of draws. And Grey would always keep his bracelet in his backpack whenever he would go to cooking class because it helped him "De-stress" and "Help inspire his creativity" we all still have them but don't mention it to you. See unlike them, I'm not embarrassed to admit to you that I still keep it with me at all times." Jason concludes and pulls our blanket higher so it covers our shoulders and necks.

I smile to myself at all the warm giddy feelings that overwhelmed my heart. I always thought they threw them away...

"You must be tired angel, go to sleep," Jason whispered and brushed the hair out my eyes. I smile contently and relax in his hold, feeling warm and loved and finally feeling like I'm me again.

Ringgg Ringgg Ringgg

"WHO. THE. FUCK. IS. CALLING?!" Oh no...the devil, also known as Dylan, has been awoken from his beauty sleep. Whoever is ringing my phone is now a dead man with an angry fashionista with sharp pink claws out to get them!

I dig through my jean pockets and retrieve my vibrating iPhone that doesn't seem to shut up!

"Who is it?" Grey asks in a husky voice.

I look down at the screen and visibly gulp in fear. "NYPD," I said quietly whilst staring at the screen emotionless.

"Why the fuck are they calling at midnight? This must be important then." Jason murmured then rubbed his eyes.

"Do I answer it?" I ask, looking at the tempting green circle that will answer all my questions.

"Yeah, put it on loudspeaker though," Jason said whilst sitting up and turning on the LED string pink lights that illuminate the small cosy fort. Everyone is sitting up by now and looking at the phone curiously, waiting for me to answer the unexpected call to all wake us up rudely.

Well here goes nothing.

"Hellooo?" I ask shakily into the phone that is now clenched between Jason's tight fist, the sound of faint tapping and heavy breathing is heard on the other end of the phone.

"Hello Amber it is inspector Johnson calling, sorry about the time but the detained man has made it very clear he needs to speak to you..."

I pale and my brothers all collectively tense, all knowing where this is going.

"...Finnick Jones requests to speak to you"

*****

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-Mari

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