Nothing (ON HOLD)

Chapter Four

Chapter Four

Julian's POV.

I sit at the dining room table, surrounded by family and food. I hadn't had a family meal in a while. I had my own place now, a job and an independent life. I didn't rely on my family anymore. I'm a free man. My family moved here about the same time I had, but I'd not visited the place since they had bought it. Before the house was unfurnished, now it was decorated beautifully, understandable seeing as my mother is an interior designer. She's gone with an antique look this time, very elegant and charming. The house was warm and homey, as always. But, now it seemed like this house was going to be permanent. My family had finally settled after years of moving, my father dragging us from place to place for his job. His job was the most common conversation at the dinner table. He'd always break the news that we had to move while we ate so we couldn't say anything back.

His job was the subject of this conversation as well, which was no surprise. However I wasn't expecting what he said next.

"Here's a toast to my new permanent position at M.CORP." He chuckled out holding up his glass.

"Oh honey do you mean it?" asked my mother with a huge smile on her face. Her delight was clear and made my father embrace her, a deep rumble emanating from his chest as he kissed the top of her head. The love between them was evident and true, so strong. Sometimes I wish I could have what they had one day, but I know that I'm not someone to love someone that much. I couldn't put myself on the line like that.

"I sure do." He said then gave her a quick kiss on the lips. Yes I couldn't be like that. My parents were some of the few people that found true love. "Let's eat."

They both sat down hand in hand, as they ate, continuing to gaze into each other's eyes as they did so. I couldn't eat for some reason, I've lost my appetite. Normally I would be stuffing my face with my mother's food.

"What's wrong dear?"

At that moment, Grace chose to come into the room looking disorientated.

Grace's POV

I woke up, I don't know where. I felt sick. I sat up, and the stitches on my back stretched making me hiss trying to hold the scream in. I got up and looked around. Where am I? The room I'm in is unbelievable, so beautifully decorated with antique furnishings. The four poster bed that I'd been sleeping in had carved roses in the dark oak wood. Cream sheets were creased on the bed from where I'd been struggling in my sleep. I moved from the room, swaying dizzily when I walked. My head was killing me as well, making my eyesight fuzzy. I leaned against the wall in the hall, and dragged my hand down my face rubbing my eyes. Wait a minute, where are my glasses?

I look from left to right assessing my surroundings. At the end of the hall is a set of stairs made from the same oak as the bed in that room. Walking down them, I planned to make my escape. At the bottom of the stairs is an enormous entrance with marble floors and a huge black front door. As I came toward the door thinking I could just walk out of this mansion, I heard people talking. Without considering the possible dangers, I found myself moving to where the voices were coming from. When I reach the open door, I lean against it, getting a full view of the loving family inside. This must be one of my weirdest dreams yet. My head was still extremely fuzzy, so when I looked eyes with Mr Martinez, everything went black.

Julian's POV

She lies in my arms; head flung back making her hair frame her pale face. I gaze down at her as I kneel on the floor, my surroundings forgotten. She looks ill, which frightens me for some reason. Resting her on my lap, I pull my hand out to check her pulse. Her heart beat is slow. I bend my head and rest my ear on her chest listening. Her breath is faint and her skin clammy. She doesn't look well. I look at my hand in horror as I notice the thick dark blood smothered on it.