Differences

Chapter 29 - Luke

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Peeling off the comforter, I place her softly down on to her bed, careful not to wake her. She ever so slightly stirs, clinging onto the end of my sleeves, clutching it to her chest. I couldn't help but feel the end of my lips turn upwards as I gaze her. The gentle yellow hue from the night lights lit her long brown curls sprawled on her pillow, her pale tear-stained skin, and those naturally long lashes that I was always worried would irritate her eyes if it ever goes in.

And those full soft pink lips implored me to kiss it. If it wasn't for the fact that she was asleep and that she had just begun to come into terms with her past, I would've. I wanted, no, needed to taste everything those attractive lips had to offer and mark myself on her. It was a thought in my mind that was growing larger every god damn time I come face to face with her and was definitely becoming a serious issue.

But instead, I settled to kiss the crown of her head, gently grabbing a fistful of her hair, and combed it through my fingers. Over and over again. I couldn't stop. It was an addictive motion, and I couldn't even begin to imagine what it would be like planting my hands on other parts of her. It was a ridiculous thought as it was highly unfitting, given the situation.

I had places to be, and shit tone of work that needed to be done before we set to work and go on our mission in less than 20 hours' time. But I continued to stay seated on her bed, still combing my fingers through her hair, just content in observing the rise and fall of her chest and the small smile on her face as she slept.

The smile I loved so much.

The main preparations were completed. Men and women were selected, tools, weapons and other necessary equipment were already packed, and routes and times were finalised. In simplicity, all that was left was for us to leave, prepare, and engage where necessary.

We are expecting this mission to be more or less fruitless, but nothing in this world should be taken lightly. Taking over this name would almost be unattainable and most certainly not an idea that flashes through anyone's mind.

But it didn't mean it would be impossible.

It's stupid to believe in a forever, to believe you are invincible. To think like such only left you vulnerable to the attacks coming from behind. Places where you don't pay attention to. Places where you least expect. 

After what only seemed like a couple of minutes, which actually turned out to be three whole hours when I took a glance at Alaina's digital alarm clock, I slipped myself away from her room, treading the floors with more caution than I have ever done when out on missions and out onto the corridor where I was immediately faced with my mother grinning from ear to ear, stealing about three years away from my life.

"Mom, stop", I say while placing my hands the on the back of my neck, bewildered as to how she always managed to find me in the worst of times.

"What? I was just a passer-by, wasn't doing anything. But you, did you do something?", she interrogates back without a moment of hesitation, still with that smug face of hers.

"What, no!", I was quick to say which only made my mother's grin widen, and for hot second I was about to comment how she looked like that weird ass momo character, but thankfully I still had the sense in me to decide that I treasure my life and would like to live a little longer.

"If you say so", she comments, and then adds "That's what they all say," while patting my shoulder as she walked away towards her bedroom. Yea, I was never gonna be treated anything more than a child to her. And, if you wanted a definition of a night owl, it would be her. You could bet she would be up and doing something ridiculous, like snooping in on your own child, in the middle of the night.

Inhaling deeply and just imagining how stupid I apparently appeared to be for my mother, I take the stairs down towards my study knowing I wouldn't be able to sleep for the mere two hours left until I would usually wake up and train. Not when my mind was fucking everywhere. I needed to get my shit together, and fast.

I walk down the darkly lit corridors, surrounding by rosewood walls and old-fashioned lamps that my grandmother and my mother decided to keep of the original 1800s home prior renovating to what it is today. I genuinely believed this whole area came straight out of haunted houses at the naive age of six only to realise a few years later that there were many other things or rather many people who quite literally came from similar places to haunt us. Literally.

My strides slow, and eventually come to a stop as I meet my father down the corridor, snapping me away from my personal stupid trip down memory lane.

"Something wrong?", I ask. My father is more than capable of staying up for a week without very little to no sleep, but it didn't mean he was a night owl like my mother. He was more of an early bird. Quite unfitting for a leader of the night world but it matched my mother perfectly.

"Just restless.", he replies, and I had never seen him so on edge.

"I'm sure it'll all be fine", I say, knowing whatever I say won't comfort this old man of mine. Only my mothers words could.

"I trust you son. It's just, the whole thing doesn't sit right."

"What about it? We've always had idiots attacking us in stupid ways."

"But they were all baseless, digital threats, not real physical letters slipping our radar.", he snapped, which was unfitting for him. He is always the calm and collected one, "And it does not sit right with me with the fact that the MeX's movement started when your mother and I began discussing about your arrangement with Alaina and–", I cut him off before he could continue

"You can't be serious. Do you genuinely believe she has something to do with this?", I let out humourless laugh, "What proof do you have that she has any connections with them?"

"I don't. Except for the facts that their movements started when I was having conversations with her father, escalated when she moved in, and now they're coming for us.", he pauses looking at me every intention to get his idea to drill in my head, "I told her to finish them. That will clear things. I want to trust her. I really do. She deserves so much more after the hell she has been through, but I do not care about her enough to compromise our family. My family."

"And I have every intention of doing the same. Because dad, she is my family, just as much as you are to me. And I will prove to you that she has nothing to do with them.", I finalise, determined not to give any notion of doubt, because I don't. A girl who finds pleasure roaming the back garden, memorising flower meanings with so much pain disguised by smiles was someone I was determined with my whole fucking life to protect. To the fucking hilt.

The old man gives me a sympathetic smile, one that I absolutely do not need before wishing me luck for my mission and walks away to wherever he was headed to.

First it was Ash, who was now regretting just a little and was definitely reflecting as someone who came from a similar position, and now my own father who, may I say was the one who brought her here in the first place, were now doubting her.

It was unbelievable as it was ludicrous.

But I have no suspicion. I trust her and I was most definitely certain to prove the two of them wrong.

I will make them apologise to her if I have to, she sure deserves one. Hell, she deserves an apology from every single fucking human being on this planet Earth.

Now more fuelled than I'd like, I was ready to get this shit show on the road.

End it once and for all.