Together forever and ever

Chapter 13: The gun

I burst through the front door, my heart pounding in my chest as I sprinted up the stairs, my footsteps echoing through the empty house.

Desperation fueled my movements as I searched for some dry clothes, frantically rummaging through drawers and closets until I found a stack of clean garments. With a sense of urgency, I grabbed them and rushed back downstairs, my mind racing.

"Go take a hot shower," I called out to Rachel, my voice filled with concern. "I'll make some soup." I quickly descended the stairs, my thoughts consumed by a mix of guilt and bewilderment. How could I have left her out in the rain like that? What was happening to me?

As I made my way through the house, Felix's voice interrupted my thoughts. "Vanitas," he said, but I ignored him, determined to focus on my task. I brushed past him, clutching the warm bowl of soup tightly in my hands. But he grabbed my arm, forcing me to face him, his eyes pleading with me.

"I don't have time for you right now, or ever again," I snapped, my breathing growing heavier, beads of sweat forming on my forehead. The urgency in my voice betrayed the turmoil within me.

"But your rash," he whispered, trying to reason with me. I jerked my arm away from his grasp, my frustration mounting, and continued my ascent up the stairs.

Rachel was already in bed, and I lay beside her, gently propping her up as I fed her the comforting soup.

"I'm here for you," I whispered softly, my voice filled with unwavering devotion. "Just tell me what you need, and I'll get it." Her words of reassurance washed over me, but I couldn't help but chuckle and smile.

"But I want to," I confessed. "You are my sister, and I'll protect you. Look after you no matter what." I gently brushed her hair behind her ear, my mind already plotting my next move. It was time to confront Felix, to strip him of his power. Rachel deserved to live in peace, free from his sinister influence.

In order to exact my revenge, I knew I had to get close to him. It was the only way.

I glanced down at Rachel, her peaceful slumber a stark contrast to the storm brewing within me. I opened the closet door and my gaze fell upon a shoebox, inside of which lay a gun. With a resolute nod, I tucked the weapon into the waistband of my black jeans, hidden from view.

as I reached the kitchen, my eyes caught sight of Felix walking down the hallway, his ominous presence tangible. He was dressed all in black, an air of casual confidence surrounding him.

My grip tightened on the tray, my determination solidifying. No more games. It was time to end this.

"Wait," he said urgently, his voice carrying a sense of urgency as he jogged towards me.

His eyes locked onto my face, specifically my rash, and concern etched across his features. He stood in front of me, a mere breath away, holding a bottle of cream in his hand.

I couldn't help but question his intentions, my voice laced with suspicion as I tilted my head. "What is this for? Instead of helping me, are you trying to poison me?"

A hint of defiance lingered in my tone, as I tried to make sense of his sudden appearance with a bottle of unknown substance.

His response was calm, yet firm, as he reassured me, "No, I am a doctor, after all." With a swift motion, he twisted open the bottle, revealing the cream inside. Without hesitation, he dipped his finger into the soothing solution.

A mixture of nerves and curiosity overwhelmed me as he beckoned me closer. I gulped nervously, unsure of what was about to happen. His thumb brushed across my bottom lip, spreading the cream in a gentle, deliberate motion. His piercing blue eyes fixated on my lips, as if they held some secret he was desperate to uncover.