Again

Chapter 43: Part One.

Call me a liar.

Everything I have done I've done to protect her. To keep my promise I had to go through fire, I burned myself in the hopes to reach her. I have cried blood by the memory of her fainting in the back of my mind.

When Amelia, my best friend, moved away it was in the shadows of the night. No goodbye, no last hug. You see, I was a very shy boy. There was really only one person I trusted and it was her. I grew up with her, I knew her better than myself. I told her all of my secrets, I knew all of hers. But in the end everyone leaves, I guess. Nothing lasts forever. I was left behind by my parents whom soon became strangers to me.

My mother, whom acted on her best behavior outside, but in the house she was a pure mess. She wouldn't talk, wouldn't smile. She was easily scared, constantly looking out of the window. Drinking. My father, whom grew hard like stone. He put on a nice smile for me, a brave smile for his little scared baby boy. What a fool he was. I often heard them talking about leaving the state. I always wondered if they wanted to go after Amelia, like I have tried many times. But no, they were making plans to run away. Its no use to hide it; my parents were cowards. They were too scared and when they finally decided to leave this town it was already too late.

They did worry sometimes. So they asked me. "How is school?", "Have you made new friends?", "How are you?".

And when they ask I go with my standard answers. Because really, it's not like they would remember asking me anyway. "Good", "Yeah", "Fine".

Through that I learned how to act. It is simple really, anyone with a few brain cells can do it. It makes everything so much easier, so much more fascinating. The more you act, the more you learn to read the mask of all the other people who are coming and leaving your life. So when the day came my parents, the Davis family, the Styles family and probably everyone else of that damn squad were afraid of... I finally have been released. The potential I had inside of me, the potential for something greater that my parents never saw in me. This is why I have done everything he asked me of.

I get it. I understand why Jane left Seattle with Amelia. She was alone, she had to protect Amelia. She wanted to keep her little daughter safe. She knew he was coming, she knew it was only a matter of time and to be honest Jane was just smarter than my parents. And Bob, who acted quickly. He offered the same thing to my parents as well, but they refused to go with him. Immunity, a good life. That's where Bob was good at. Every single one of them had their own talents, that's what made them so dangerous back in the day.

I don't know what my parents were good at. They became shadows of themselves. In the end, I was left alone with two idiots who thought that if they stayed where they were the storm would past. As if the dark spirits of their past simply wouldn't see them. They did prepare though. For the worst. But they could have never imagined the worst. It weren't even six months after she left that he had found us. He was following Jane, but when he lost track of her, came back to take revenge on us.

I remember my mother sitting on the side of my bed, brushing my hair out of my face and saying: "My brave little boy. I want you to know that your father and I love you very much. I know these past months you have been very sad, but this will all be over soon. We will find a new home, we will be happy again."

Before she left, my father came too. "You will never be alone. We will never leave you." And with these last words they kissed me goodnight, shut the lights and left my room. I remember feeling safer than I have felt like in a long time, warm and light. They must have known that it would happen soon. But like I said, they were fools to believe that they could run away from him. I remember that night clear as a day.

I woke up from the noise. No guns, no that would have woken up the neighbors. I was hiding in the closet, out of fear. Leaving a little crack open from where I was watching. I thought that it was a nightmare, that they were coming for me. I couldn't see anything as they were all downstairs. And when I heard my mother crying and my father begging for mercy I rushed outside. Until today I don't know how or why I did that. If I wouldn't have done that, I would have been dead. All I know is that I was scared, that the adrenaline was like fire. I remember the anger when I reached the staircase and when I saw my mother getting stabbed in the shoulder. When I heard my father screaming. The men laughing. There were many men, taking them out of the back door, their faces hidden beneath black masks. When my fathers eyes locked with mine and there was so much sorrow, so much fear. And when I saw him. The men everyone was afraid of. The green eyes, the brown hair. He looked so normal, so ordinary. But there was something in his smile.

"Oh, look what we got there," he snarled. "Get him, too."

My parents protested, but there was no use. They drove us outside to King Country, Seattle. To the Gas Works Park. My mum and dad were tied up. I was too scared to even breathe. It was night out, dark. They tried to get as much information as possible. But they didn't talk. Not even when they were pointing a gun at me. They made me watch, tested me. They killed my father. They took my mother, saying she will survive when I do as I am told. And that's where my journey begins.

They promised to never leave me. But they did. They could've prevented all of this. Instead they leaned back and watched the days go by.

So call me a liar, but nobody will ever find out the truth. I sit next to my best friend, the only family I have left and tell her how my father trained me. How they wanted me to come here to protect her. How everything will turn out fine.

Call me a liar. Because that is who I am.

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A/N.: i really hope you enjoyed it. xo