Don't Judge a Book By It's Cover Part 3

Dylan looked like he saw a ghost as he realized it was her. He wasn't angry, well not with her. He was angry with Cole, if Cole hadn't pushed her away she wouldn't have had to break in. They would have helped her, and it's not like she didn't try telling them. He was angry at himself not just angry, but pissed off. If he hadn't of left the folder there she wouldn't have been going through this. She would have decided there was no there there, and left. Instead she was fighting every urge inside herself either to open it, or not to. It looked like it was killing her, in turn was killing him. They found out that she made up her mind, when the front of the folder started to come forward. Then she shut it right away. That only confused Dylan, he knew what was inside, and he also know she wouldn't figure out the contents just by opening the front page.

"I took it out" Chase said with the most straight face anyone had ever seen.

Dylan's head snapped towards Chase, "What?"

"I saw that you left it there about a week ago, and removed the pages inside, but left the folder so you realized, you couldn't just leave your stuff wherever."

What Chase had done did it. Her almost finding it scared Dylan almost to a heart attack. He wouldn't leave it out ever again.

But they had another problem to worry about. Once Isabelle found out that the folder had been empty she got up, and screamed throwing the folder at the wall. The guys watched as tears rolled down her face. Dylan was wrong this was the worst sight to see, her crying. It was heartbreaking. To find out what was in the folder would have broke her heart, but not finding anything that was torture, and Dylan knew it.

A few seconds later Isabelle kicked the desk hard. All three of them winced, the wood was strong, and any harder of kick she probably would have broke her foot. Not able to take it anymore she fell to her knees, and just let it all out. Dylan wanted to go there, he wanted to hold her, to tell her everything would be okay, that they could help her. All she had to do was tell them. She would have million questions, and so would they but it didn't matter he couldn't see her like this.

It must have bothered the others also because they were up getting there shoes, on hooking there phones up instead of using the computer. They were about to walk out of the door when all of a sudden she stopped crying, and got herself up. She was strong, and witty, loyal and fought for what she wanted. He might not of know anything else, but he did know that. Instead of walking out the door they sat on the chairs and watched.

She was focuses yet again, this time it was towards there direction. Did she find one of the camera's? She limped over to the bookshelf, and grabbed a book, but it wasn't really a book it was a gift. It was a hidden camera, that looked like a book. Just some random book that nobody really cared about, but it seemed important to her. She grabbed it, and headed back to the desk setting the book down softly, and started to stare at it.

It was like she was right in front of them looking at them. Even with tears in her eyes she was beautiful, her hair was brown that was slightly wavy like she had just taken a shower. It made him smile, her naked in his shower, he liked that image in his head. He was getting lost there, when she started talking all attention was back to her.

"I tried, I really tried. I know it wasn't good enough, and that your probably disappointed in me." These words were spoke on the verge of tears again.

Who was she talking to? What had she failed to do? Did someone force her to go there? Did they threaten her? There was no cell phone in her hand, and for what he could tell she wasn't wearing a wire. All she was doing was looking at a book, talking to them even if she didn't know it. She closed her eyes, she must have been exhausted from crying, and hurting herself. Laying her head down she continued to speak, and they continued to listen.

"I don't know why I came here, I guess I thought of you, and thought I could be a hero. Can I ask you something?"

Dylan thought it was strange it felt as if she was asking them that very question. He didn't turn the microphone on but he said "Yes" Not caring if Cole or Chase looked at him weird.

Like she heard him she asked her question. "In another life if I was part of your world do you think we could be friends? I imagine just hanging out with you maybe a coffee shop, or a local bar. Coffee shop is more your style though, and just talk for hours. I would ask you how you saved a world that wasn't worth saving. How you could have so much hope. I know what you would say though. You would say that the world isn't that bad of a place. That you just have to look for the beauty in it, and it's okay to need help. In your world that could be okay. In your world you save the girl, and everything is okay, but in mine it's cruel, and people end up dead. I'm tired of fighting for something so useless. It's like trying to run up hill on ice. I just need some advise, something to keep me going, when all I want to do is give up."

Neither of the guys knew what to say, they thought about each part of what she said. Could we be friends, each of them knew the answer to that was no. They could never be just friends. Hanging out in the bar or coffee shop wasn't their style, they more enjoyed some wine in their house in silence. When it came to the world they would rather watch it burn than save it, but there were some parts worth saving. In their world people died when they tried to help expectally when it came to women. Each one having their own story on why women were bad for them. What hurt them the most is the fact that her world was cruel, that the world she saw had death. More than anything they wanted to take her in and promise that if she gave up they would be right there for her. They sat there to afraid to take the next step. They wanted to tell her they were there not to be afraid. But she was young, no matter what she had gone through it was nothing compared to what she would go though if she was with them.

She got up from the desk for the last time and put the book back she stroked it.

"Trusting people only gets me burnt, and I'm tired of burning. That is why you will never sit on my shelves. You make me believe some people are worth trusting. Most of my shelves are full of lies, lies that fill peoples head, but mine won't be included." She closed her eyes and let out a soft breath. "I wish my life could be like you a fairytale, where there was knights in armor there to save the day, but the truth is I've saved myself to many times I can't imagine someone else saving it."

With that being said the guys knew who she was talking to. She was talking to the book as if it was a person. They didn't know the book that had such a strong place in her heart, but it made them want to just forget the consequences. To prove there were still men worth trusting.

She went over to a mirror, and put her hair up. She stroked her lips making the men grown. What was she doing to them? Why did they act this way around her? Each man imagined what it would be like to kiss her, even if they didn't admit it to each other. If one asked the other they would even deny it. She couldn't find what she wanted, chances are she would never be back. Each of them knew it was a good thing, yet the thought tore them in half. They couldn't fall in love with her, they couldn't let her pay the price for that. They watched as she turned the camera's back on, and leave probably the way she came. They thanked the gods that they didn't know where she lived, that they didn't know her name, and more than anything else they were thankful that they never would see her again. Chances were they wouldn't have to strength to let go of her again.