Tiger Lily

Chapter 6

Please don't hate me to much!

Chapter Six

    I woke the next day in Giovanni’s arms. He was still asleep. I smiled at his peaceful face as I brushed my fingers lightly across his cheek. He stirred but didn’t wake. I slowly and carefully slipped away from him and the warm bed. I saw his hands searching for me and I slid my pillow into his hands. He pulled it to his chest and I bit back my laughter. I walked silently downstairs. I was in a pair of his boxers and a tank. I found some bacon and pancake mix. I smiled, knowing it wouldn’t take long for him to wake from the smell of food. 15 minutes later and he was stumbling down the stairs. I smiled at him as he walked over and stole a piece of bacon. I smacked his hand lightly with the spatula before flipping the last pancake. “Well good morning to you too.” I said to him as I fixed his plate since he had sat down at the table. I slid his plate in front of him and then placed the butter, peanut butter and syrup on the table where both of us would be able to reach.

    “Good morning and thank you.” He smiled at me before I turned to make my own plate. I sat down across from him and grabbed the butter and peanut butter. He looked at me curiously when I put the peanut butter on one pancake before putting the second pancake on top of it. He gave me an amused smile as I shot him a ‘what?’ look. We ate in comfortable silence. It was still early so I had planned on getting ready for school after I finished. I was taking my last bite when I felt a stab of pain. It wasn’t my pain though. It was Abby’s. My fork dropped and my mind automatically stretched out to hers. 'Abby?' I called to her.

    'Naomi, they’re dead. All of them.' I could hear her sobbing.

    'I’m coming.' I ran up the stairs and pulled on a pair of pants with Giovanni on my heels. I knew he was talking to Tom. We ran back downstairs and sped away. I jumped out of the vehicle before it had even come to a full stop. I ran into Abby’s house. The sight that met me made me gag. Abby was sobbing on the floor while Tom was holding her. Laying in the living room was one of her parents but I had no idea which one. They had been pulled apart. Blood was everywhere and the body parts had been thrown about. I looked towards the kitchen and saw the blood. I covered my mouth with my hand as silent tears began to fall. Giovanni pulled me into his arms. I opened my mind and heard a child’s mind. I tilted my head and located him in the basement. “Abby, Ty’s alive.” I touched her shoulder as I broke away from Giovanni. She looked up at me in surprise.

    “Where?” She broke away from Tom and stood. She was in pain but we both knew her brother needed her.

    “Basement.” She turned and looked at the door. It was across the blood covered living room and there was what looked like a leg sitting in front of the door. She covered her mouth as she began to shake. I turned her back towards me. “You stay here.” I gently pushed her into Tom’s arms. She nodded at me as her lip quivered. I turned back to the mess. Giovanni caught my arm.

    “You are not going into that.” He said with a growl.

    “No I’m not.” I replied. “And neither are you.” I said as he stepped forward. He looked at me as I tugged the back of my tank down further. I willed my wings out and looked up at Giovanni. I could see his anger.

    “What if someone is still down there?” He asked.

    “There isn’t anyone down there.” I touched my head. “I would know if there was.” A sudden feeling of dread came over me as I looked over to my old house. I shook the feeling. I need to get Ty out of here. I turned back and jumped into the air. I was glad that they had a high ceiling. The door was slightly open so I placed my feet on the wall at the top to help pull it open more. I tucked my wings in and pushed myself in as I fell. I landed safely in the little hallway the lead to the side and into the right side of the basement. I could hear whimpering now. I turned on the lights and Ty screamed. “Ty?” I called down as I made my way down. I gasped when I saw him. He was now sobbing as he hung from his hands. Someone had tied his hands and feet. His back was facing me and it was lined with cuts. I ran towards him but slipped in his blood. I caught myself as I made it to him. I fished my pocket knife from my jeans and cut all the ropes binding him. He wrapped his arms around me and I carried him back upstairs as more tears fell.