The strength to resist

Chapter 4- Falling is easy

After hours of waiting in Jacob's office alone and hearing fighting, Arthur took me to my room.

On the next day he was waiting for me outside of my room and he took me to tent that stood near one of the back entrances of the hotel.

I didn't know if Jacob assigned him to do that or did he keeps picking me up to have an excuse to see me ?

He paused and whispered in my ear, "Dorian's patrol will always keep an eye on you. So don't do anything wrong."

I wanted to answer but a tall slim boy came out of the tent. He washed his bloody hands straight on his no longer white apron and held out his hand.

"I'm Jonathan."

"I'm...",

"Oh, I know." He replied simply. "Everyone knows who you are. The princess of Highland."

"Don't call me that," I ordered.

"Whatever you say." He only replied and bowed. I rolled my eyes.

Asshole.

I had to help him clean up his tent. "The hooded always clear out my tent. Unfortunately, they knock everything over on their way. They are very rude, that's for sure."

"Who are the hooded?" asked I.

"They are not our people, nor are they Ezras. The legend says that the masked ones are ghosts. From the people who have unfinished business on Earth when the explosion happened." He told me in a creepy voice. I shook my head.

"You really believe that?" I said unamused.

He cleared his throat and shrugged, "They usually come once a month to rob all our supplies. Spies think there are attacks in Highland too. And... go to work! I've already said too much."

Jonathan pressed a sponge into my hand and I started cleaning. I sat down in front of the tent and I cleaned devices full of blood until my hands became wrinkled.

"If I become a tyrannical leader, will you also suck my dick too?" asked a boy who was walking by. His friends laughed.

Excuse me? It's alright. He was probably just kidding. "Mm?" I asked innocently, looking up.

"You heard me perfectly." He replied. He was on patrol and obviously bored.

I looked back down and continued cleaning.

"Hey. I was talking to you." He rambled on.

"You better stop talking to me like that." I warned him. He laughed and approached.

"Is everything okay?" asked Jonathan, coming out of the tent. He looked at me. "Yes everything is fine. There was a little misunderstanding."

The boy took one look at Jonathan and continued walking with his friends.

I noticed Jonathan was still standing behind me.

"Yes?" I asked him. He smiled at me.

"Look I know we don't know each other that well but I know that you try to act all tough and everything. But you don't have to with me. You can tell me everything. I will believe you, you know?"

"I can handle my own stuff. It's just easier that way."

"I know what you need right now, come on!"

I shook my head.

"I'm your boss you don't have any choice but to obey." he shrugged and smiled.

And so, he pulled me along to a motorcycle that was behind the tent. And then we drove off. He drove us into the forest and even further. When we stopped, I could not believe my eyes. In front of us was a waterfall with crystal clear blue water. The water looked heavenly. Jonathan climbed up a rock and I followed him.

"Now jump!" he said when we reached the top. I looked at him waiting for him to laugh. But he was serious.

"Oh, no. No way." But at my answer, he lifted me up, ran to the edge and... jumped.

I was scared and screamed. My heart was racing, almost bursting out of my chest. But I felt weightless, free, indomitable. But in this moment I felt alive again. And the scream of fear turned into scream of unconditional happiness.

"That was..." I couldn't describe it and we both laughed. "I wish this to last for ever. I don't want to go back." I smiled closing my eyes.

"You should try again tomorrow. I mean you really should try to change Jacob's mind. I agree with you that we should take action against Highland." He murmured as we sat down on the shore to dry.

"Why ?" I asked because even Arthur didn't agree with me.

"My sister..." He didn't finish his sentence.

"She's in Highland isn't she?" I asked him. He nodded. "It's all my fault, I...I shouldn't have left." He continued.

"It's not your fault. It's all Ezra's fault." I said those phrases every night like a prayer.

The first week after the bomb exploded my brother was gone and I was disoriented without him. And then I brought myself back to reality and I tried to find him. But I never did.

"Who are you missing?" he asked. I didn't like to talk about Nicholas. I didn't like to cry. He interpreted my look.

"It's okay. I'll leave you alone. But you shouldn't have to endure all this alone. It's not good for the soul." He stood up and went to the motorcycle.

"Are you a therapist now, too?" I asked perkily. He didn't respond. "My brother, my big brother Nicholas." He turned back around. "Then we'll bring them both back." He said and we left.

I didn't tell him that my brother wasn't in Highland, though.