Alex’s Pov Matthew. My Matthew. I knew when this picture had been taken. It was a blue ribbon fair in the fall. I had taken the picture. Matthew stood smiling widely with a corn dog in one hand and the other stuck in his pockets. He'd worn a blue corduroy shirt and black jeans. He had on his brown beanie that he wore everywhere and with everything. I told him it was annoying as heck but I secretly loved him in it. Fit him like a glove. It was one of the funniest pictures I'd ever taken of him because in the background, two children were fighting over an ice cream cone. The picture was taken at the moment one of the girls smacked the other in the eye with a palm full of ice cream. It was funny to look at and we laughed every time. The picture was taken four months before he died. Now, the X ran across the image. The strokes meeting on his chest. My hands trembled as I picked it up, the rest of the pictures and papers in the file forgotten. I fell to my knees on the hard
Alex's Pov I don't know how long I lay there for. A couple of minutes? An hour? More? By the time I decided to get up, the sandwich bread had dried out and I didn't want to eat them anymore. I threw them in a trash can in the kitchen and stood staring out the window. Family huh? I smiled to myself. There was no use thinking about any of that now. It was clear that I still wasn't welcome home. Even though home was not so far away anymore. A lot of things had happened that I wasn't aware of. Dad got Arthritis, last I heard from James he was a hot shot lawyer in Memphis. How he had gotten all the way to Memphis I'll never know. Sydney was still in Rhode Island last I recalled. She'd been the last family member I had spoken to before the call with my mother just now. That call hadn't been any less difficult. Sydney and I had been the closer pair of siblings. I'd stayed in touch with her long after cutting James off. She was a little easier on me than the others but ultimately
Alex's Pov I stared at the location tag, my body going rigid with…what was it? Fear? Dread? Confusion? It wasn't any of those. And yet it was all of them and then some. Exeter was less than an hour drive away from…. Home. I swallowed the knot in my throat. I'd spent years avoiding home. Granted, moving to New York wasn't the best choice if I really wanted to stay as far away from them as I could, but it was my first option and I didn't bother coming up with any more. I knew I wouldn't be followed. My parents hated the city. My parents who I hadn't seen in six years. I switched off the phone and tossed it beside me on the bed. I ate my food without really tasting anything. The sandwich tasted bland and sour. I couldn't get past eating a triangle slice. Spent all this time running from home only to end up less than an hour away without realizing it. I could literally walk out right now, find my way to the highway, hitch a ride and be home in time for Ma's evening roast.
Alex's Pov Biscuits weren't enough to stave off hunger through the whole night. Not to mention, I'd spent the day sleeping so my eyes remained stubbornly wide and alert the entire time. Still no reception so I wandered around the house instead. I wasn't sure which room was Luca's so I refrained from opening any doors. Things seemed to have shifted between us. Our paths didn't cross again after the kitchen stitch up but I didn't feel apprehensive of his presence anymore. There seemed to have been an understanding reached and I was now certain he wasn't going to bother me anymore. Or at least for the time being. I didn't know where that left me now though. If I wasn't fulfilling the terms of my contract, he had no use for me. So now what? I didn't want to think of that yet. I chose not to. There was some frozen meat in the freezer but they'd been in there so long, it was hard to tell what they were exactly. There were no ingredients for a meal though. Except some salt
Alex''s Pov I stayed in bed all day. Not like there was much else to do. The reception out here was shitty so I couldn't use my phone. The chilling thought of needing to call for help and not being able to… come up every few minutes or so but otherwise, my mind remained blissfully blank as it wove in and out of sleep. There was a sort of calm after the storm effect. A sense of peace that came over me the minute Luca left. I couldn't exactly tell what it was. Peace of being left alone? Peace of accepting I was surely going to get killed now that I had blatantly defied him? Or maybe just peace of being away from it all. Away from school, Ryan, all of it. There was a piece of Alex left bawling his eyes out on that garage floor. He hadn't made it back here with Luca. And maybe that's where the peace came from. From losing a part of me. In any case, Peace brought sleep. A ton of it. It was late evening when I heard the sound of tires crunching in gravel. Luca was home. An
Luca's Pov I checked to make sure I had all the weapons I would need. Two fully loaded guns, two extra bullet clips, my set of knives tucked into various parts of my clothing and a taser just because. I slipped out of the car and headed for the house. They had neglected to leave a man outside to stand guard. They didn't know or didn't even expect they were being watched. Fucking rookies. It worked for me in any case. My plan was to take them unaware. A stealthy plan would be to maybe scale the building and go in through a window. Or see if there was another entrance round the back or through the garage that was left half open. But I wasn't in the mood for any of that. I walked up to the front door and knocked. The chatter inside died down. A gruff voice called out… “Who is it?" “Hey man, y'all left your engine running." I called back in a fake texan accent. I heard a whispered, "Did anybody leave a car engine running?” "How can you leave a car engine running d