Promise

chapter 58

As much as he said it wasnt my fault I couldnt help feeling like it was. If it wasnt for me, Elijah would never have crossed paths with him. He would never have nearly died. He wouldnt have missed 2 months of his life. It was all my fault.

"Fuck. Avery it's ok" I hear Elijah say but all I could think of was, it's my fault, it's all my fault. It would have been better for him to leave me at the orphanage.  I felt my cheeks dampen as my thoughts began to worsen.

It's all my fault

Elijah

She was deep in thought and as the tears slipped down her cheeks I began to panic. "Fuck. Avery its ok" I say trying to bring her out of those nasty thoughts. Unfortunately it didnt work as she began to cry harder.
"I'm going to take her out, I'll be back" I say as I stand up. I turn to Maisey with a glare "dont think I wont be back to deal with you" I warn. How I would love to beat the shit out of her but she was a child and I couldn't. At this point I didnt care that she was family, she had hurt my baby to many times now.

I turn back to Avery and hold my hand out for her to take but she doesnt, she was a mess, she had brought her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them as tears poured down. I slowly bend down, knowing what I'm about to do could cause more chaos.
I slowly wrap my arms around her and lift her up. She was so light that I felt a little worry.  "Clearly shes faking it" Maisey said before I could say anything my dad spoke "you just dont know when to shut up do you. I think we should take this conversation to my office" he then looked at em for permission and she looked down clearly having a hard time with it "mummy please dont I'll be good" maisey tried but em looked away, she then whispered something to dad who nodded and gave her a quick hug. "Let's go Maisey" well she was fucked, not that I minded.

My attention returned to Avery, she had wrapped her legs around me and her arms were around my neck. She was adorable and I had no problem in taking a long walk around the house with her in my arms before I actually spoke. I gave my dad a quick nod and walked out.

We ended up in the guest room that she had stayed in whilst I had been in a coma. I sit down on the bed expecting her to move to the bed but a grin makes it's way onto my face when all she does it reposition herself so she was hugging me. After 10 minutes I decided to speak. "Avery you know its not your fault right" I say. "But he wanted me, he got rid of you so you wouldn't stop him" she whispers and my arms tighten. "Avery, Garrows was a very bad man,  it's not your fault, it's his. He did this not you. You are not to blame for my coma" I tell her firmly. "Promise you wont get into anymore danger" she said pulling away and looking me in the eyes. I didnt know what to say, I never wanted to loe to her, I didnt want to make a promise I couldnt keep and not my job I knew it was impossible not to get in danger. "How about I promise to be careful" I compromise and she gets up making me regret everything.  She was no longer sat hugging me, instead she was stood in front of me. Wait, she was smiling. Why is she smiling?

"So you admit you have a 2nd job" she said.
Oh God. How the fuck am I suppose to get out of this.
"Yeah I collect money from bad guys and warn them to be good" I admit knowing she wadnt stupid and if I denied it she would bring up the alley. "Like a gangleader" she suggested and my eyes grew wide and I started coughing. How the fuck did she come ro that conclusion...not that she was wrong.  "Oh wow I'm right arent i" she carried on. "Avery why dont you seem scared" I ask, everyone who knew I was head of the mafia was scared of me. I never wanted Avery to be scared but she knew and she wasnt scared. "Because I trust you Elijah,  I know you would never hurt me and if you do hurt someone you have a good reason" she explains and my smile grows. She trusted me. I knew at this point I couldnt deny it any further so I had to confess.

"Yeah I'm a gang leader Avery but I only go after bad people" I confirm. It was the truth though. Bad people buy from us, and we collect.
"I knew it, I mean you did take me to a dodgy warehouse the first day and the guards around our home, then how you disappeared at nights also when you got angry you talked about torture. Also your tattoos make you look like you're into some dodgy stuff. And your glare, damn that's scary, well it used to be terrifying but now it's just a little scary" she told me, her tone was filled with excitement.  One thing I did pick up on was when she called my glare scary. "Are you scared of me" I ask and she gulps. Fuck she is. "No but occasionally when you shout in anger you can be a little scary. It's fine though because I know you wont hate me" she explains and I nod accepting her answer. I have been angry around her and I do understand where she was coming from.