Chapter Seven

Alexa

They went through my stuff. The world around me darkens as my gaze snags on dad's diary.

The very thing they sent me away to get their hands on. Assholes. Stepping forward I reach for the diary. Which Jem snatches off the table grinning at me.

Walking backwards he waves it back and forth taunting me to try and get it. I know I should act as if I don't care. Walk away and take it back in a less obvious manner. But my blood's boiling with anger and fear's swirling in my gut. So, I lunge for him instead. Jem holds it high above his head and even though he's the shortest of the guys, I can't reach.

Snatching his arm, I try to pull it down toward me whilst trying to climb him like a tree. Jem's arm doesn't budge and I growl, frustrated with him. Clawing at his arm frantically I grow more and more irritated with how easily he can keep it from me. When that tactic doesn't work I sink my teeth into his bicep.

Jem yelps, drops the book and moves away from me. Looking down at the imprint