Vendetta

Echoes of the Past

Sitting on a comfy bed, wrapped in a thick blanket with a hot coffee in hand, sure feels good. After what happened yesterday, Jordi took us to his home. The comfort of the room, with its soft lighting and the faint aroma of freshly baked bread wafting from the kitchen, was a stark contrast to the chaos and terror we had just endured. Katherine sat in front of us, just like me, staring into her coffee as if searching for answers in the swirling steam.

The room itself was a haven of warmth and coziness. The walls were painted a soothing shade of cream, adorned with pictures various landscapes that exuded tranquillity. A large, plush rug covered the wooden floor, and the furniture, though simple, was invitingly comfortable. The couch, where Katherine had curled up, was covered in soft, knitted throws. Jordi moved around with a calm efficiency, his presence a reassuring anchor in the aftermath of the ordeal.

Reflecting on the past events, a heavy silence settled over us, punctuated only by the occasional clink of a spoon against a cup. The previous day had been a whirlwind of emotions—fear, confusion, and a desperate fight for survival. It was a miracle that we were all sitting here now, able to take a moment to breathe and process everything that had happened.

Katherine's eyes were red-rimmed, but there was a steely determination in them that hadn't been there before. She had always been strong, but yesterday had forged an even stronger resolve within her. She finally broke the silence, her voice soft but steady. "I still can't believe we made it out," she said, her eyes meeting mine. "It felt like a nightmare we couldn't wake up from."

I nodded, my grip tightening around my mug. "It was a nightmare. But we did make it out. We're stronger than we realize."

Jordi joined us, sitting down with his own cup of coffee. "What matters now is that we're safe. We need to stay focused and figure out our next steps."

The lamentous environment weighed heavily on all of us. The emotional toll of the previous day was evident in the lines on Jordi's face and the weariness in Katherine's eyes. Yet, despite the exhaustion, there was a newfound resilience in our little group. We had faced something terrible, and though it had left its mark, it had also made us more determined.

Katherine sighed, taking a sip of her coffee. "I've been thinking a lot about what happened. It changed me. I don't think I'll ever see the world the same way again."

"I know what you mean," I replied, thinking back to the call I'd received from my father earlier. He had been frantic, demanding that I come to his place immediately. But I had refused. I needed to stay here, with Katherine and Jordi. This was where I belonged now.

Katherine looked at me, a mixture of worry and determination in her eyes. "Do you think we'll ever be able to go back to our normal lives?"

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. "I don't know. I hope so. But even if we do, we'll never be the same people we were before this."

Jordi leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "What we've been through... it's bound to change us. But it doesn't have to break us. We've seen what we're capable of, and we've survived. That's something."

His words hung in the air, a reminder of our resilience. We had faced unimaginable terror and come out the other side, stronger and more determined. But the scars, both seen and unseen, would take time to heal.

As we sat there in silence, each lost in our own thoughts, my phone buzzed on the bedside table. I picked it up, seeing Robert's name flash across the screen. "It's Robert," I said, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. "I should take this."

I stood up, moving to a quieter corner of the room to answer the call. "Robert, what's going on?"

Robert's voice was tense. "Edward, I know what happened but you need to be here. Everything here is in mess."