𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 – 𝕥𝕒𝕪𝕝𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕨𝕚𝕗𝕥 (𝕗𝕖𝕒𝕥. 𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕖)
CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE | UNANSWERED QUESTIONS
𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪𓆩❤︎𓆪
Vladimir crossed his arms, glaring at Storm's hand as it desperately clutched Sophia's hand even in his sleep. A furrow formed between his eyebrows whenever her hand moved in just the slightest. Whenever she corrected his duvet cover, a groan left his lips as he pulled her closer.
Storm had woken up, demanding that she stay by his side before going back to sleep for eight hours. Sophia had not left his side a single time during that time frame. Not even once much to Vladimir's annoyance.
He didn't trust her.
And apparently, she, for whatever reason, didn't trust him either.
"Can we talk?"
Blinking in surprise, Vladimir stared at her in puzzlement.
"I... I want to apologise."
She wanted to apologise?
"I'm sorry for disrespecting you and I'm sorry for being here."
"He wants you here."
Vladimir watched as the guilt ate away at her and her eyes teared up once more. But she said nothing.
"Why did you do it?"
Sophia only turned her head. "It doesn't matter why I did it. I regret it."
Vladimir could only nod and hum in response.
"I guess Petrov won't come."
His ears sharpened. "You know Petrov?"
"I know of him." That was a half-lie. She'd never met him but the stuff she knew of him and had on him told another story.
"What do you know?"
"That he's his uncle and he should be here. Family is supposed to be for you, aren't they?"
Vladimir flinched as her desperate eyes locked with his. He didn't know what the right answer was. "I'm sorry for your loss."
Her face dropped further.
He instantly regretted his words.
Sophia turned her attention back to Storm whose eyebrows only furrowed further. Was he in pain or having a nightmare?
"Were they ever kind to you?"
Tears welled in her eyes as once happy memories flashed in her mind and all turned sour. "No." Her father was always mean and her mother was too ashamed to look at her.
"Then it's good you were adopted by a foster family."
"I don't have a foster family." They made that clear to her on her eighteenth birthday as they told her to pack her bags and get out. She always thought that maybe something was wrong with her. Maybe she deserved everything she'd gone through. Maybe that deserved the pain. She thought that time would heal but it didn't. She still hurt.
She just hadn't realised how hurt she truly was.
Vladimir watched the way her thumb ran over the back of Storm's hand and the way he subconsciously squeezed her hand in response. "And now?"
"I only have Storm."
Storm shifted at the sound of his name, groaning as he tried sitting up only to remember he was bedbound. "Viktor," he corrected. "I thought we had a deal."
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