Chapter Nine | Lies
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me right?”
“Sadly, no. And don’t use that language around my sister or I, do you understand?” Jay bellowed. He heard about what had happened to Jordeyn and wasn’t exactly sure if going directly to her was the best option. They’d always been close, but ever since being drafted into the guard, they hadn’t talked since the end of summer. He had remembered Jordeyn asking him about going out of town for Cayden’s birthday, but he never expected them to go through with the plan. She was always isolating herself and had zero human interaction with others unless it was at school, or during the weekends while studying. “It’s also not the time to tell her. She’d kill me. Well, she’d actually kill the both of us if she ever knew. We need to be smart with timing. She’s confused, scared, and forgetting even more things by the second, and I know that that isn’t my Jordyen.”
“Not your Jordeyn, but okay.”
“How dare you... You have zero right to talk to me in that manner. I believed that you understood. She cannot know.” Jay sneered. His eyes; dark and hard. His jaw was clenched and the stubble on his face have dimension to his prominent cheekbones. He hair swept over his eyes lightly, and you could tell by the way he carried himself, that he was having a fairly difficult time not smashing Viktor’s head into the armoire being him.
“Tell her what?” Blayne questioned, “and why is it so dark in here?” She lit the lamp standing by the dresser and stood next to Viktor. “Tell her what, Jay?”
“That Jordeyn isn-”
“I swear to God, if you even dare to think that, I won’t kill you, please. Think again. She is my sister. No one elses. Do you understand me?” Viktor rolled his eyes and huffed a breath, “do you, or do you not fucking understand me?”
“Yes, sir. I do understand.“he mocked, waving a small salute with his index and middle finger.
“I said that I do-” Next thing he knew, he was crashing into the armoire.
Jay picked up a bottle of perfume, tossed it a few times in his hand, and bellowed, “Blayne, duck!” Almost a split second too late, she felt the bottle fly over her head. It crashed against the wood, and left a large, dark, stain.
“What the hell is going on?” Cayden whined, running in to see what was going on.
“Get out of here. He’s crazy. He’s a delusional, dumbass, who’s trying to kill me.”
“Were you the one who threw that bottle?”
“What if I was?”
“You son of a-” and he was sprawled on the floor. Jay stood over him and put a metal-toed leather boot against his chest.
“Don’t even think about getting in the middle of this.”
“I’d sleep with one eye open tonight, or I might just stab you to death.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
“Jay, get off of him.”
“Jordeyn get out of here.” Her eyes traveled around the room.
They first landed on Blayne, who was rocking back and forth on her tailbone, hugging her knees. She shook like a leaf and tears were pooling her bright, blue eyes. Her flaming red hair was a mess and sticking in all sorts of odd directions. Her eyes focused on the 19-year-old baby behind her, sweeping his hands behind his head, making sure he wasn’t bleeding. She saw the large stain above his head and rushed to him, “please tell me it didn’t hit you.”
“No. But it was sure as hell close.”
“What did I say about talking that way around my sister?”
“I genuinely don’t know what you’re talking about.” He had a smirk playing across his face. His eyes were testing, and hard. His tongue rolled against the inside of his cheek and he let out a low laugh.
“What did he say, Vik?”
“Oh, nothing. Just that you aren’t-”
“SHUT YOUR DAMN MOUTH.”
“Oh, believe me Mr. Viktor Frazier. I will gladly rip your throat out with my teeth when I have the chance. You don’t get to decide when you get to tell her.”
“Tell her what?”
“Oh for the love of God,” Viktor mumbled under his breath, “Az, if you really want to know what’s going on, I suggest you get here when everyone else does. You’re what? The third, fourth person to ask?”
“Viktor Xavier Frazier.”
“You can’t tell me I’m wrong, Jay. Even you know you’re borderlining dangerous territory.”
Jay traipsed to where Viktor sat. He slammed his head against the armoire, with a hand around his neck, “Azyriah, get me a bucket of bleach, and a mop. Jordeyn, go to the chief and tell him there’s been a murder.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“You heard me. Now go.”
Colors flashed before their eyes. Azyriah flew to where Jay squat, wiping the blood off of Viktor’s busted lip. His hunters knife against his pulse, “get. Your hand. Away from him.”
He was too quick. Jay spun around and dug his elbow into Azyriah’s nose. A ‘crack’ emitted around the room. His blood pooled onto the lush carpet like freshly spilt wine. Viktor found the strength to swipe Jay’s legs out, from under him, and a fight broke out.
Jordeyn ran towards Blayne who was cowering against the side of the dresser, trying to keep herself out of it all. Now Cayden, he was another story. He was a wrestler. He quit in his Freshman year, but he was still a wrestler. He wasn’t afraid of getting hurt. His parents beat him relentlessly at home, for being a ‘failure’ in their eyes. He’d remind them that they were high school dropouts and mean drunks, but that made everything worse. He knew how to tend to broken bones and fractured skulls thanks to them. He didn’t like learning everything he did this way, but it would soon help with everyone else.
“Let’s get out of here, Blayne.” She didn’t move. “Blayne, come on. We’re gonna get hurt.” She nodded her head and braced herself against Jordeyn’s side, using her as a crutch. There was an ear-piercing cry emitting from the other side of the room. They spun around, and saw Cayden with his leg and foot twisted, starting at his hip, and ending in a weird angle.
“BLAY- BLAYNE... I-I NE- I NEED HE- SHIT.”
“Cayden?” She whispered, mortified. She ran around the others to where he lay. She lifted his head, and lay it on her lap. “It’s okay. I’m here. Shhh, shhh. You’re okay. Just try to breathe, okay?”
He nodded. That move alone, caused him to cry in pain. “Jay. He’s hurt because of Viktor. What was he talking about?”
“Nothing that concerns you.”
“I’m sorry, Viktor, what was that?”
“I said nothing.”
“Jay, shut your damn mouth.”
“I don’t give two shits that you’re my sister. Do not talk to me like that.”
Viktor’s laugh was mainiacal. “Are you that naive, where you’ll believe everything he says?”
“What are you guys hiding? It can’t be that bad. I’ve been through too much shit to even care-”
“You don’t have family, anymore, Jordeyn.”
“I HAVE JAY YOU DUMBASS. DON’T YOU DARE SAY ANYTHING MORE.”
“OH REALLY? DID YOU KNOW THAT YOU WERE ADOPTED? THAT NO ONE KNOWS WHO YOUR TRUE BIRTH PARENTS ARE? YOUR TRUE SIBLINGS? JAY IS MY BROTHER, NOT YOURS. HE’S TECHNICALLY YOUR STEP-BROTHER IF THAT COUNTS AS ANYTHING, BUT YOU IF JUST LISTENED, YOU’D KNOW THE WHOLE STORY. YOU HAVE NO FAMILY LEFT.”
Jordeyn couldn’t hold it in. The words he spoke had to be a lie. She always knew he was jealous of the relationship she had with Jay. They’ve been at each other’s sides through thick and thin. Nothing, even this could tear them apart. Right? “N-no. You’re lying. Tell him he’s lying Jay.” Nothing. “Jay. Tell him he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”
“He’s not lying, Jorde. Viktor’s biological mom died during childbirth, and his dad didn’t want him. My family adopted him, and had another child, who’s now dead, but they did a blood test and found traces of my DNA in Viktor. Same thing happened to you, but you weren’t born in the hospital. Officials found you abandoned on the side of the road in an alley-way. I’m sorry.”