Indebted Love

♡ Trente Quatre ♡

My back hits the ground with a loud thud, hands cradling the back of my head as Angel lowers them.

He lands on top of me, covering my body with his as gunshots fire through the bedroom and house. I closed my eyes to drone out the shots, blinking away the gas and smoke and made myself small underneath Angel's body.

I try not to think about his scarification, clinging to him and exhaling heavily.

"You're alright baby," Angel pulls away slowly, lifting my body with his until we're both standing on our feet.

Slowly opening my eyes, I take in the violent scene in front of me, glimpsing over Parker's body on the floor and thrust into Seth's open arms.

He holds me close to him, eyes covering mine as I hear the final gunshots so close to me I feel the ground shake and the air lift the hairs on my arm.

I exhale loudly as I move away from Seth's hands, eyes widening as I see Angel glancing down at his father and his gun slipping from his hand to the top of his father's cold body.

Looking up at us, his eyes convey such raw vulnerability, unshed tears but the pain of losing a useless father but it doesn't matter. We won.

I feel relief as Angel walks over to us, cupping my face and Seth's. He's a little breathless, speechless as he leans in to kiss Seth first, eyes squinted shut and his body pressing against me, sandwiching between them.

They both hold me in place as they pull away, leaning in and kissing me on my cheeks at the same time. I exhale and shudder at their pure adoration, eyes closed and head slightly tilted back at those lovely, desperate words of air pouring back into my lungs.

"I love you,"

"I love you,"

A pair of lips join mine in blissful matrimony, I don't know which but they change flow and pressure. My hands shake as I run my palm along both men's arms and shoulders, making sure they are here. That I'm here.

When we pull away and the world crashes onto us; when Angel scoops me up and Seth checks the rest of the house for any survivors, I feel like I flew to heaven. Even though Seth planted bombs in this beautiful house or when Angel continued shooting people once he set me down in the back of the truck, I felt complete and happy.

Seth held me still in the military truck. It's so tight that I felt my shoulders crunch under the pressure, keeping me in place so I watched the explosion. The millions of glass, bricks and paint crumbling to dust.

"It's over now," Angel tells me, sitting on my left, his feet hanging over the edge of the truck.

We're driving steadily faster, the trees blurring the further we get out.

"It's over," Seth agrees, and another kiss on my cheeks.

On my jaw, the corner of my lips and I turn my head to kiss him on the lips, deep and long despite the fact my lips were dry and cold. It didn't matter to Seth. Not when his eyes shone at the sight of me.

The rising sun makes everything clear again and I see that it's true and certain that he loves me. That I love him too. The words echo in another kiss and idle touches.

EPILOGUE

"Where are we going Miss Jalah?"

I turn over my shoulders to see Peter strapped in Seth's sports car, so small and so pale.

"Home," I reply again. It's the same question from the past 4 weeks. "We're going home. Honey, my home is your home. We're not going anywhere else or going to see anyone else except Angel and Seth-"