Xavier’s POV: It’s been a couple minutes since Dionne hung up the phone. I go downstairs and I see the boys sitting on the couch laughing about something, like always. I walk into the living room, peeking in, and I don’t see Dionne. “Did Dionne come in at all?” I ask, puzzled. “No, not that I know of.” Zeno says. “I haven’t seen her.” Kayno says. “Me either.” Mark follows. “What the hell?” I whisper. “Why, what’s going on?” Zeno asks. “Is something wrong?” “I’m getting that feeling, and I hate that it’s about Dionne. I hope she’s alright.” I say, worrying. “I’m sure she’s okay.” Mark says. “Don’t say that. I mean, I’m hoping his gut’s telling him the wrong thing, but Xavier’s intuition is right every time he feels a way.” Zeno says, looking at Mark and Kayno. “Something’s not sitting right with me.” I say, thinking this whole thing over. I get a call from an unsaved number and I cautiously pick it up. “Hello?” I say. “Is this Xavier Foster?” a woman says on the other side.
When I wake up, its morning. I’m lying in an empty bed, and my door is closed. Why aren’t I dead? I could’ve sworn I pulled that trigger. I get up and I go to the door, trying to open it, and it’s locked from the outside. I start to wiggle the doorknob and it suddenly unlocks and opens. I look up, and Z’s standing in front of me, a frown on his face. I look away, not wanting to look back at him. “Are you … “ he hesitates to finish his sentence and then shakes it away, sighing. “Why’s my door locked?” I say, plainly. “We broke the door down and stopped you before you could pull the trigger, but before we could get you out of the room, you were putting up a fight, trying to get back to your gun. You’d drank a whole bottle of whiskey and you were clearly and obviously drunk.” He explains, a frown still stretched across his face. I try to walk out of the room and he steps in front of me. “Daxine made me promise not to let you out until you swore you wouldn’t try that again.” If I tell
Dionne’s POV: I’ve been stuck in this room for a little less than 24 hours. People have been bringing me food and water to keep me alive, but I’ve been isolated for a while. Isolation has been my biggest fear for a long time, especially now that I’m being forced into it in an unknown place. As I sit in the corner of an empty room only lit by a fireplace, crying softly, I hear the door open. A man built like the one I saw yesterday walks in and I look up, tears streaming down my face. “Cheer up, doll. We’ll have fun.” He says. “I’m not your doll.” I retort. “She’s fiery. I love you even more.” He says, chuckling. “So how is Xavier? He doing okay? I haven’t seen him since … well, back then. Best friends, we were.” He says, pulling up a chair in front of me, smoking his cigarette and puffing the smoke into my face. I fan my face, coughing and trying not to inhale any of the smoke, and he laughs. “Oh. I forgot about the little one. How far along are you?” For someone who ran me off t
Xavier's POV: We got a location on Dionne, so we're on the way there now. My heart races as I pull up in front of my best friend's house. I get out and Z gets out with me, and we make our way to the front door. When we're inside, we check downstairs for any sign of her, and there's nothing. My stomach slowly drops as I realize I might never find her. I look over to Z and he looks back at me with concerned eyes. "Z, what if we never find her here?" I ask, my hands shaking. "Xavier, we still need to look upstairs. Don't lose hope just yet." he reassures me. I nod my head and we go upstairs. Z looks on the right side of the hall in the rooms, and I look on the left side. I back away from the room I just checked in, and suddenly, I hear a door open and footsteps running. I look up the hall, and I see a small woman with brown hair running down the hall with something that looks like a shirt in her hands. As she gets closer, she becomes clearer to me. It's Dionne. It's actually her. "Di
6 weeks later Dionne's POV: Xavier's still pissed about what happened with me and his best friend, Blaire I think it is. Yes. He's still upset. I've been trying not to think about it, but things have been awkward between us. We haven't been talking at all, and when we're with the boys, we only talk to them, but never each other. The problem here is, our pride is too strong to come up to each other and try and make it better, and we both know that, which is why I don't ever think this is going to end. I sit in the living room, wearing one of Xavier's hoodies because whether I like it or not, I miss him. His scent and his warmth. Oh, that's right. I forgot to mention that we've been sleeping in separate rooms too. They're right next to each other. I don't know whether he was too tired to walk further than the next room, or if he just knew he couldn't stand being too far away from me. I think it's the second one, not trying to brag (yes I am.). I sit in the living room and me and the b
3 months later --- Xavier's POV: "Man, Elena really misses him." I say, after watching an episode of the vampire diaries. "She's basically loaning magic related schizophrenia from Luke. Even dead Damon feels some type of way about it. I think." Dionne says, eating her ball shaped watermelon and whipped cream. "She's going insane though. She's changed. A lot." I say, shaking my head. "You're right about that. So, Charlotte asked to come over today. I told her she could." "I'll be in my office." All of a sudden the doorbell rings. "That must be them." she says, getting up. "Them?" I asks, my eyes wide. "She brought Cray and some friends." She waddles downstairs and I go to the kitchen to get a drink, then I come back and Charlotte, Cray, and four other girls are standing at the door. "Hey, pretty boy." Cray says. I laugh and we do a little handshake and him and Charlotte come in. The guards stop the other girls before they come in and they ask for an I.D at the door. "Oh, d
Dionne's POV: After we finish our movies, Kayno comes back downstairs with Amber and he tucks something in her bra, smacking her ass and whistling as she walks out. When they leave, I turn around and I raise my eyebrow at him. "Someone got lucky?" I say. "I promise I didn't start it, she kissed me first." he says, putting his hands up. "I gave her my number, so we'll be in touch." he says, winking at me. I laugh, turning to the other boys. "What about you, boys?" I say to Z and Mark. "We all got lucky tonight, am I right, boys?" Mark says, laughing and doing handshakes with the boys. "Yeah? Well not me. I'm taking it slow." Zeno says. "That's very sweet of you, Z." I say smiling at him. "You going to bed?" Mark asks. "Yeah. Xavier's probably asleep by now." I say. "Goodnight then." he says. All of the boys hug me goodnight and when Z hugs me, Christine kicks, hard. "Ow! I think she likes you already." I say, rubbing the spot she kicked. "Uncle Z's gonna be her favorite unc
"No shit?!" Mark says, staring at my hand. "I didn't know either." I say, looking at the massive rock on my hand. "Congratulations, Dionne." Z says, coming to hug me. "It's a shame Daxine and Axel aren't here to see this" "They don't need to be. They'll find out when they're back." Xavier says, walking up behind me to kiss my neck and rub my stomach. "He's clingy. Eh, that's weird." Kayno says. "Yeah .. we're not used to him being like this. It's kinda gross." Mark says, gagging. "Quit overreacting guys. They're married, get used to it ... no matter how weird it is." Z says, giving us a weird look. "You guys are horrible." I say, laughing. "Breakfast. I can cook some." Xavier says, letting me go and grabbing my hand to bring me to the island to watch him cook. "Don't poison us, Xavier." Kayno jokes. "Please. I'm the best chef in this house." he replied, getting pots and pans along with different breakfast foods. After he finishes cooking, he gives me a plate of food and sits