Jaxon called me and told me that he was going to come over and help me recover my memories of who was the person who attacked me, and what might have been the motive for the attack. So far we had no motive, no person, and I was exhausted.
“So you have no memory of what the person looked like?” Jaxon asks me again.
“No. But he was wearing a black ski mask, and Levi pants.” I add.
“Ok, that’s a little more progress.” He encourages.
“No, it’s not. That could basically describe any of the hundred thousand people in LA.” I say flatly.
“Hey. That’s not the type of attitude that we admire.” Jaxon teases, tracing my jaw with his hand.
“Well, stop distracting me!” I laugh.
“Oh, so I can’t do this.” he says kissing my neck.
“No.” I smile.
“Or this?” he kisses my jaw.
“No.” I say laughing now.
“Are you sure I can’t do this?” He asks, lowering his face to mine and kissing me straight on the mouth.
“Absolutely not.” I say blushing from head to toe.
“Oh, that’s too bad.” he says playing with my hair now, twirling it over his fingers and tickling me with it.
“Stop! Stop!” I laugh. “I’m ticklish.” The phone rings, and we both froze, knowing that the other time the phone rang while we were together something bad had happened.
“I’ll get it.” I say going to the kitchen and answering the phone cautiously.
“Hello?” I speak.
“Hi. This is Lucas. I was wondering if you were home?”
“Oh hi Lucas. Yeah I’m home, but Jaxon’s over here.”
“Oh, are you guys a thing?” He asks cautiously.
“Not exactly.” I explain. “I’m still trying to figure out my feelings for both you and Jaxon right now. But maybe tomorrow night you could come over if you wanted to.” I suggest.
“Ok. Sounds good.” Lucas says, and we both hang up. I walk back upstairs to my room, Jaxon’s still sitting where I left him at my desk.
“That was Lucas wasn’t it?” He says.
“Yeah. I’m still trying to figure out all of my feelings.” I say as if that will make him understand my dilemma.
“Ok. Take all the time you need.” Jaxon says with truth to his words.
“Thank you Jaxon.” I say and I wrap my arms around his neck and hold him close to me, as a memory of my brother comes whirling back to me after all these years.
(Memory, 13 years old)
“Do you know what a vampire or a werewolf can do to you with his bare hands?” My brother asks me.
“No, but if I did I’d probably…”
“They can kill you without trying.” My brother continues.
“Wow, awesome.” I say, not meaning it. Why did he think I cared about all the lame stuff that Lucy and him liked, including vampires and werewolves and stuff. Uggghhh!!! My life sucked.
“You ok sis?” My brother sits down on my bed beside me.
“Yeah, it’s just I’m going to miss you when your in LA.” I explain to him.
“I know, and I’m going to miss you too. But it won’t be forever. I’m coming right back here when I’m done with College. And there will be breaks and Christmas and I won’t miss your Birthday!” He adds. “I’ll never, ever leave you.”
“Jaxon, I just had a really important flashback.” I say, “It might just piece together the whole attacker mystery of motive.”
“Ok, explain.” Jaxon says with a pencil and pad in hand.
“My brother new a lot more than he was supposed to about vampires and werewolves, it was a hobby of his, and he couldn’t help but tell everyone about what he knew about them. Jaxon, what if the attacker is a vampire or werewolf?” I asked incredulously.
“Well, then LA’s in for a blood bath.” Jaxon whispers.