Love the Impossible

Chapter 3 - Rachel's P.O.V.

It would be a lie if I say that I slept like a baby the rest of the night. My sleep was light and, even though it wasn't plagued with nightmares or visions, a quarter of my subconscious was wondering what was Octavian doing outside the Underworld and how did he escape. Another quarter was wide awake, in case he decided to attack me during my sleep. Another quarter couldn't feel but sorry for him, about his lack of health, his wounds and stuff. And a very tiny part (a part I was not very proud of) was thinking how, even with all his scars and stuff, handsome he was. No, bad Rachel! You can't date! And much less... him.

'You better run, run, run, run...'

I groaned as I heard the music from the devil. I mean, the music is great, the band is amazing. But, I'm not enjoying to listening to it at... 6:30am?! I groaned and go back to sleep. Right now, I hate to be the only person allow in this entire camp to have an electronic devise. In this case, a cellphone.

'You better run, run, run, run...'

Or, at least, try to sleep...

'You better run, run, run, run...'

'You better run, run, run, run...'

"Urgh!! Gods, I got it!!" I complained, picking the dam phone and answer it, with all the annoyance and slumber I could "Hello?"

"It was about time you answered" I held back a groan. Anything I could say can be and will be used against me in the final negotiations... "I don't understand your insistence into sleeping till late morning..."

"Father, is..." I checked my bedstand clock to be precise "...6:40 am" And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how my father, businessman Marcus Dare, greets his only daughter.

"And you already wasted some valuable ignoring my calls and having this conversation with myself" Gods, kill me now...

"Is there anything I can do for you, father?" I tried to approach the subject in hands, to get rid of it as soon as possible.

"I want you in the next flight to London to be there in two days" I blinked hard, though I doubt he can see me.

"Um, no thanks" I replied, frowning.

"Rachel, I wasn't asking" he remembered me. I bit my lip to stop the rant of bad words I had thought for him.

"Well, I'm not obeying" I argued back "We had a deal, remember? A deal you signed and promised to never to alterate" I reminded to him. You must think it's weird that parents and kids sign deals and stuff. Well, turns out my father only speaks two languages: deals and money. If not, it's impossible to reach him.

"It's a special circumstance, Rachel" he took control of the conversation again "You need to go to London-"

"I said, I'm not going!" I repeated, getting frustrated. I immediately and instinctively, covered my mouth, in case I could wake up Octavian. I had heard him screaming and crying in the middle of the night, which didn't help my case over the sentimental part of my brain "And, that's final!" I whispered/yelled the end of the decision.

"Are you forgetting that you're still a minor and you have to do whatever I say?" I opened my eyes wide big. He was threatening me? His only daughter?

"You wouldn't dare..." I said back, trying hard to contain my tears.

"Pack your bags, Rachel. I'll be there for you in five hours" With that phrase, the phone call ended and I was trying really hard to contain the sobs that wanted to come out my mouth. I rushed into the bathroom, where I finally let them free. I was used to feeling useless and lonely for my father, but never in my life I felt so much like a rag doll.

"What do I do...?" I asked myself, staring at my reflection.

"Not talking to yourself could be an improvement" I jumped in my place. I had completely forgotten about my 'guest' in the past ten minutes.

"Who would I be talking to? You?" I retorted, sarcastically. I know it was a harsh thing to say, but I'm suppose to hate this guy, not being his 'buddy-buddy'. He tried to kill me, for gods' sake!

"You're right, talk to the mirror" he surprised me "That way, everyone know you're as crazy as I said" And, I take it back...

"Whatever..." I grumbled, not in the mood. I came out of the bathroom, wiping my tears and curling up on my bed, not caring what he would do. But I couldn't not care when I heard a lot of noises coming from the bathroom. Followed them by a large screech!! "What the Hades' going on there?!" I got up, forgetting my problem for a second. I flung the bathroom's door open and I saw Octavian on the floor, his arm bleeding, making a pool of blood next to him. He looked like a kid ready to pass out at the sight and his fingers were shaking.

"N-nothing, I- I got it" he stammered. I was having none of that, especially today, so I grabbed the first aid kit and did it, again, myself. When I finished, I saw that his clothes were covered in blood spatters and his eyes were red, from crying. Just like mine.

"Bad night sleep?" I assumed, though he kept quiet. I nodded "You can stay if you want. I'm gonna be gone in a couple of hours, anyway..." I got up, tossing the dirty stuff in a bin. I could feel him staring at me, while I walked away from him.

Is that was I want? Getting attention? Or been seen?