All Chapters of The Boy with the Fire in his Heart: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Waking up gasping for breath, Arder fell to the floor with a thump. The dream was still fresh in her mind, the sounds and colors as vivid as the scarlet of her hair.Was that really just a dream or a memory? her mind whispered.She remembered that day, except the way she remembered it was much different. As she recalled, her grandmother had asked her if she was okay with her mom going out with Adam. That was a day she regretted more than Aubrey knew. "Arder?" her mother called from up on the bed. With one hand on the elbow that had first hit the floor, Arder got into an upright position. "Yeah, Mom?" she asked. The closest window to the bed was left open, and the silk curtains billowed in the wind. She wondered what time it was and how long they'd been asleep. It was now dark outside, but she knew that if it was that late Adam would have come upstairs.Her mother shuffled on the bed, making it creak under her weight. "What was that noise?" she asked.Arder twisted her arm to check

In an attempt to escape his hold, Arder pulled her arm backwards. Though he still held on and dragged her down the hallways. "Let me go," Arder demanded. She was not afraid of him, but she did want to get as far away as possible. Grey just continued to ignore her and pulled her outside the building. Arder wondered why none of the students were even glancing their way, it was if they no longer cared. Before they all had been staring at her without even caring if she caught them. "What do you want?"Now outside the school, the gold in Grey's eyes gleamed. The corners of his mouth were turned down into a frown, and he sighed. "Look, I can explain it if you want? I doubt you'll believe me though," Grey said. He then released her arm and took a step back. "Which is why-""Cyrus?" Arder gasped. For all this time she had been wondering what had happened to him and how he had died, but now there he was. The pink scar running across his face with jagged markings was still present, and after al

Standing up from the couch, Arder backed away from Grey. "You mean I would be like you?" She asked. He looked to the ground, almost ashamedly and nodded. "I need some air, I'm going to go see if they have a backyard," Arder said. She watched as he ran a hand through his hair, before forcing herself to walk out the back door. Arder kept telling herself that he had a part in this too, that he had lied and known who killed Lexie all this time. Still, some part of her cared about him, and that scared her. Outside the house was an old porch with steps leading down to a small backyard. Even though the grass was all dead and brown, it was still fresh air, and exactly what Arder needed. She took deep breaths, trying to calm her racing nerves. She knew what they had told her was true, it was all true. Though she still felt like it was some sick joke. She sat down on the edge of the porch and let her legs dangle down. "Arder?" Grey asked from behind her. He crossed the porch and sat down nex

The factory door burst open but Arder made no move to go see who it was. She stayed hidden in the sea of boxes for the off case that it wasn't Grey. Her hands started to shake so she clutched onto the crate underneath her. "Arder?" A deep voice called out. That was a voice she knew for sure. She stood up and zigzagged her way out of the room until she was standing in from of him. He was out of breath and almost looked nervous. "What happened?" Arder asked. "Did he follow you?"Her entire body was shaking at the idea of being caught. Arder was terrified of what would happen to her and to her family. What would she tell them?"I'm not sure. I left him at the house," Grey said, looking past her. He shuffled from foot to foot, as if he was nervous about something. "What's wrong?" Arder asked. Something seemed off about him and she wondered what had really happened back at the house. "Nothing," he assured. "I'm just thinking about what we should do now."That was what Arder was thinking

Hours had passed, and it was now morning. Grey sat atop a building, staring down at the girl lying dead on the road. Her blood was still pooled around her small figure, and it had just started to stain her already red hair. She looked almost peaceful; she was beautiful even while dead. But Grey couldn't wait a second longer for her to wake up. His mind kept replaying the image of her sitting up off the road and finally becoming who she was meant to be. Except, it still hadn't happened. She was supposed to have woken up hours ago."Grey." His father's voice interrupted his thoughts. Grey merely glanced over his shoulder at the man before turning back, worried he would miss it. He needed to see her get up. It was the only way he would ever forgive himself for what he had done."What?" he growled, still angry at his father. He didn't plan on forgiving him for a long time. After all, he had made him kill someone."We need to get farther away from here," Cyrus said.Instead of turning arou