Chapter 5 - The trash bins

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"We need you into one thing", Kevin answers, he sounds kinda mean. "Kevin, be humble", Lucifer orders. He seems to be polite himself. "I'm sorry about Kevin, he is always mean but such a teddy bear from inside", Lucifer and adds the last part to tease Kevin. I try not to smile and remember i'm probably gonna be drugged at any moment now. "Would you come with us? It only takes about 15 minutes", Lucifer says. Bingo. However, i can feel myself nodding. 

We walk outside to the trash bins. "Can you show me your right palm?" Darew asks the first question of his. "Why?" i ask confused and suprised at the same time. "Please?" Draew asks and his expression looks desprate. I pull my jacket sleeve up and show him my hand. Lucifer walks to me and gently takes a hold of my hand and looks at it. I look at the floor and think how to escape when they suddenly shoot me with an unwaited question: "Where did you get this mark?" Lucifer asks. He means the leaf shaped scar on my palm. "I was in a car crash as a child", i answer. I want to add "And i lost my dad in it" but i keep my mouth shut. 

"Drew?" Lucifer suddenly calls out. Drew who hasn't said anything in a while walks to us. This is the first time i even notice he has round glasses. How he could be so natural with them that i didn't even notice? He just looks at my scar and nods. I notice his eye colour just before he moves to talk to Kevin. His eyes are dark blue like a deep ocean. 

Lucifer finally puts down my hand and looks at me with his green hands. "Vaelra, who is your father?" he asks. "My father is dead", i answer quietly. "His name was Willen tho."

All the boys look deep in their thoughts. "I'm sorry", Drew suddenly says and grabs my wrist again. Suddenly he takes out a knife and traces the scars's lines the way my hand starts to bleed.

Kevin runs behind me and grabs my arms so i cannot do anything. I don't even have enough time to scream before my eyes out of nowhere begin to go dizzy. It cannot be.. 

Drew puts my blood into an about 3 cm long bottle before whispering one more time: "i'm sorry, so sorry." He wipes off a hair out of my face and then, i pass out. 

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