Casting Shadows

Chapter 12

Chapter 12 (Olivia's POV)

I'm tied up, my hands behind my back and my ankles together, a sac thrown over my head. Frank is good at tying knots, I'll give him that. I'm thrown over his shoulder and carried out of the prison hall.

After Declan and Ruby both left their cells, I was left alone with nothing but the silence to keep me company. As one might guess, the dead quiet isn't very comforting in this situation. At least I'm getting the chance to get out of the dusty prison.

My head hits something hard as Frank drops me into what feels like the trunk of a car. The automobile sinks bounce a little from my sudden weight. I am surrounded by darkness once he closes the trunk, again leaving me in solitude.

When I feel the car begin to accelerate, my mind cannot help but to think back to the last time I was forced into a vehicle. Six years ago, four years after I lost my mother and the last time I saw my malevolent father.

I thought he was having me dragged to privacy where my execution could be kept a secret. My existence has always been a secret, a well kept one in fact. The reason for that is because of my father's propriety, his embarrassment, and his awful habit of conformity.

He slept with my mother behind his wife's back, resulting in me, the mistake. Of course, because he couldn't allow anyone to know that he made a fault, he covered it up.

That day when I saw Declan and my father, I was being sent away to Overcast territory. My escort gave me little explanation other than that I should never leave Pete's territory because of the recent violent outbreaks between demons and angels. Since my father sent me away like that, he must care at least a little. However, I will still never forgive him.

The only thing I wonder now is how does Gerard know who I am? I don't recall anyone, other than him, ever telling me that he tried to murder me as an infant. My mother never mentioned him.

I have no idea how long the car ride was, but eventually the vehicle comes to a halt. Frank opens the trunk and carries me over his shoulder again. It's not just him though. I can hear another set of footsteps walking beside us.

"What the hell is going on?" I ask angrily. Before I die, I'll be sure to break Frank's face. "What are you gonna do to me?"

"Well, sweetheart, you're going to use proper grammar because gonna is not a word. As for what will happen to you, you will see." The voice belongs to Gerard. If I said that he doesn't sound like he is in the best of moods, that would be a major understatement.

"I'll talk however the fuck I want!" I shout.

I hear a door open and close behind us. Frank dumps me on the hard floor and rips the bag off of my head. The sight before me leaves my jaw dropped.

There is a ten foot, heavy chain attached to the wall and on the other end of it is a blond haired man. He looks like he's in perfectly good health other than the fact that he's unconscious. Around his neck is a metal collar that attaches to the chain. It's as if he's an animal.

When I look closer at the man's face, I no longer feel badly for him. It's been six years since I've seen my father in person and I never planned on seeing him again unless I was beating him up.

Gerard crosses his arms as he eyes the unconscious leader. "Get Trohman in here," he orders.

Frank leaves the room in a rush. I wonder how far his obedience extends. If he was ordered to slaughter his family would he do it? That is, if he even as a family. He seems too heartless to even consider wanting children.

Gerard circles Patrick's limp body, nudging it in the face with his foot. "The reason you are here," he says to me, "is because he's embarrassed by you. Nobody was supposed to know of your existence and you being here will make him angry. However, the main reason is because you're a product of his unforgivable mistake."