A Lesson Never Learned [?]

Can we pretend that Vic Fuentes is younger in this compared to the others? I want Vic and Lily to be the same age, but that doesn't make sense because he's like…older than everyone else…and like…I mean, I want him to be nineteen, almost twenty…maybe even twenty, almost twenty-one. Thank you! 

Nina

Chapter Eight

I followed Kellin wearily as he and Alex basically dragged me along. I stumbled on my bare feet and hissed in a breath of pain. 

“Can we stop? I’m like...serious. I need to put my shoes on.” 

Kellin glanced at Alex, who checked his watch for confirmation. “Like Cameron said, we’re already late.” 

“What time is it?” Kellin breathed. 

“Only 2:00.” 

“Oliver’s gonna be checking on me.” I said dully. “I thought I’d be back by now.” 

“Oliver?” Alex scoffed. “Honestly, sweetheart, you thought you weren’t going home when you snuck out to the park.” 

“Yeah?” I snapped. “Well, at least I would have been dead and wouldn’t have to face him putting me under house arrest again.” I rolled my eyes. “Dammit, I should have just said it was you so Oliver could have killed you.” 

Alex snorted half heartedly and Kellin sighed impatiently. “Here, just put your shoes on.” he said, handing me my bag. I shoved the Vans on my feet without socks and was yanked a little when I stood up. “We’re almost there.” 

I felt my heart race faster as we approached a metal gate. It was barely visible in the early, early morning, and I felt myself want to run away. The drugs made me tired and I yawned loudly, whining in the back of my throat. “Why are we at the graveyard?”

“Because this is what Cameron wanted you to see.” Kellin kicked at the gate and it opened with a creak. 

“But why would he want to show me a graveyard-” 

“Just-shut up.” Alex snapped, waving his hand with annoyance and he pulled me to a familiar grave. I felt my eyes water and my knees buckled. I probably would have fallen again, but Kellin kept me steady. 

“Wait, are you going to kill me? Are you going to bury me?” I started feeling frantic as I thought of the possibilities of what was about to happen. 

"No, and no." Kellin said, forcing me to stop in front of the slightly older grave. 

"Please don't." I whimpered. Kellin looked sympathetic but Alex growled in the back of his throat. 

"Just be quiet and do what we say." Alex hissed. I waited for him to tell me what to do and Kellin released my arm. Alex shoved his gun back in his belt right as Kellin pulled his out. 

"They call me Gunslinger." said the 'Copeland' guy. "But you can call me Kellin." 

Kellin's voice rang in my head, reminding me that he had a nickname for being a good shooter. I winced and felt my lip tremble as I stared straight ahead, hoping Kellin just wouldn't shoot me in the face. 

"Okay." Kellin muttered, moving around so he was directly behind me. He nudged me in the back with the gun and I saw Alex come around so he was in front of me, standing behind the grave. "Do you know whose grave this is?" 

I nodded silently, but apparently, that wasn't good enough. He kicked me in the back of my legs and I toppled to my knees, my hands barely catching me. His gun pressed to the back of my neck, moving the thick strands around and the cool metal shocking my warm scalp. "I asked you a question. Answer me."