A/N: So... This is the second to last chapter... I'M SO SAD! Anyway, sequel might actually be a thing, so that's good! I was super excited to share this story with you, and I hope you enjoyed it, lovelies! Anyway, song time! This one is Chasing the Sun by: Sara Bareilles- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WFFberbflbU
Enjoy this while it lasts! I may add more to the story later, but for now, it'll be goodbye... So I'm sorry! Thanks to everyone that stuck with this and provided feedback, it was a total gift!
Hex woke up in a sterilized hospital room. She opened her eyes and stared at the buzzing light on the ceiling, squinting into it. She glanced over and saw Sterling sleeping in the chair beside the bed. She grunted quietly, pushing herself into a sitting position and Stirling woke up. He glanced at her through sleepy eyes then immediately woke up fully.
"You're awake! Oh thank god! I am so sorry I shot you!" he cried out in a rush, grabbing her hand.
"It was my fault entirely. I just... I needed to know where the girl was and Carson would've told us," Hex mumbled, still drowsy. Sterling squeezed her hand and she glanced up into his eyes.
"Carson isn't dead. He's in a maximum security prison and he's insisting on only talking to you," he told her. "Are you up for it?"
"Yeah, I think so. Um... where's Bo?" Hex asked, distractedly.
"I told him to go home and take a shower and eat. He hadn't left your side in days and he was starting to smell like a sewer drain," Sterling replied. Hex nodded.
"And my clothes?"
"Here," he said, handing her a clean pair of clothes. She went to the bathroom and changed. She smelled like hospital, but she couldn't do anything about that for now. She'd take a shower later, now they had a girl to rescue.
"Ready to talk to a criminal?" she asked Sterling once she exited the bathroom.
"If you're ready, I am too," he said, offering his hand. Hex reached over and weaved her fingers through his.
"Then let's go," she told him. They walked out hand in hand, the goal in both of their minds the very same.
They would save a life and a mind from being broken.
Of course, Hex was determined not to be too late. She knew what it was like being broken, and she couldn't stand to have that fate fall onto anyone else.
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"Hello again, Carson," Hex said into the phone. She sat in the maximum security prison, her and Carson separated by thick, bulletproof glass. He smirked. Sterling stood by the door, watching their conversation.
"You want to know where the girl is, right?" he asked. Hex nodded and he smiled again. "You already know where she is."
"No, I honestly don't," she replied, glaring through the glass. She tried to cover up the confusion she felt, but Carson saw it in her eyes.
"Yes you do. Home," he told her. She hesitated and wrinkled her forehead, thinking.
"Well, she isn't at her home. And I know she's not at my home," she said, trying to reason the answer out. Hex had no clue what Carson meant.
"She's at your home. Just not your house," he responded.
"What? I don't- oh," she whispered, finally realizing what Carson meant. "Thank you for your help, Carson." She hung up the phone and stood. "I know where to find the girl."
"What did you just figure out? Hex, wait! Where is she?" Sterling asked, following her through the doors.
"Like Carson said, it's my home. Or... it used to be," Hex told him.
"I don't understand," he said.
"You will soon. Just... trust me, okay?"
"Hex, I trust you more than I have ever trusted anyone else," Sterling told her, stopping her from walking any further. He turned her toward him and held her shoulders. "I know you'll be right, because you're just that brilliant, I just want an explanation. Stop saying cryptic shit. Can you please tell me what the fuck is going on?"
"Like I said, you'll understand soon," was all she said back. Sterling pulled her closer and kissed her gently. She pulled back. "Okay, we can make out later, right now we've got to get going. Come on."
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