Trying to live

Chapter 27 (Edited)

"What are you doing?" Dean asked when I turned around after my failed attempt.

"I'm trying to figure out where we are, but once we get out, I will see," I answered.

My hands automatically went to my seatbelt, but before I could open it, Dean grabbed my hand. "You're not going anywhere. You'll stay in the car."

"Why?" I asked, confused.

"None of your business," he said curtly. Rude much? "Stay in the car, I'll make it quick."

"Fine," I grumbled.

When Dean opened his side, I peeked out, hoping to see anything and figure out where we were.

All I saw was some kind of cabin with the initials 'The Pit' before he slammed the door shut.

The name sounded familiar, but I couldn't remember where I'd heard it. I think my classmates talked about it once.

"The Pit..." I mumbled.

Then it clicked.

Last year, a senior named Stephanie talked about The Pit. It's the name of a gang involved in illegal activities like racing, drugs, or underground fighting. Apparently, this gang wasn't an underdog but had a very prominent person as a leader who even founded the group with money.

Stephanie's brother, who was a junior like me, was in deep trouble but wanted to quit. They killed him. The police never found a suspect, so the case closed, and it was ruled a suicide, though Stephanie believed otherwise. But nobody wanted to listen to her, and soon she became mentally unstable. Her family moved away to start anew after their son's demise.

Now Dean was here, but what was he doing here?

If he was a part of The Pit, then he must have done some illegal things. He was a bad boy before, but I didn't think he was a bad guy.

Now, I wasn't sure.

He was always kind and well-behaved.

He had a clean record too.

I knew that because I once looked at all the files Rhonda kept in her office. Of course, without permission.

There was no mention of anything illegal or being a member of a notorious and dangerous gang, though I wasn't even sure if that could be registered. My run-ins with the police weren't always nice—well, they found me drunk once or twice and brought me home.

Dean and I had this mutual, silent agreement or understanding to not ask questions about the past. Our past held the secrets that were still buried with us and made us who we are.

We understood each other on a level that maybe no one else could. It might be because Dean and I knew we both had deeper truths hidden behind our eyes. We were the only ones who could see what lay behind our eyes. I always knew that Dean could read the sadness behind my eyes or my smile.

But so did I.

I could read his eyes.

He knew I was hiding something.

I knew he was hiding something.

But I would have never imagined that he might be a part of The Pit.

I had to break this agreement and ask him. It wasn't about me, and I should mind my business, but I liked Dean, and I didn't want him to be a gang member. What would I tell Rose?

That I found out her crush was a member of The Pit.

He was definitely not right for her now.

I stopped thinking about this when I heard voices.