Their Tale

Redemption

Evita is quick to start and race the car out of the space, not one look back. Mr Nader. She said it as though I was not the man, she had loved just moments ago, but maybe I wasn't anymore. This heavy urge to scream is let out as my anger manifests into this rageful scream, when I am forced to breath in once again.

It's the sound of two sets of feet hitting the ground behind me that I remember why I am here; with everything I want and need hating me with reason. Turning to face them I am met with my parents, what a joke. My mother, Marisol as expected brings her motherly bullshit and heartfelt condolences "Angel, I'm sorry I didn't know..." I laugh. I find myself laughing at this, at her fucking act "Spare me the bullshit you knew who they were the moment they walked through that door."

Coming in at the protection of his wife Samir booms his voice "Do not speak to her like that, and you will run that company because I will not have another bloodline taint it. Not after everything we have worked for. This is your birth right Angel." I can feel my jaw ache at the possibility of me breaking it from clenching my teeth "I don't give a shit about my supposed birth right let alone your dynasty. The only people I love in this miserable word hate me because of it. So, like I said many times before. Fuck you, and fuck off."

I can feel every fibre of me tempted to punch him at his clear words that this had nothing to do with me being his son, or being a family but it was because he couldn't let someone else run. Finding it in me I walk past him, my shoulder pushing him out of the way while trying to get my phone in hopes that maybe I could fix this. Fix this all when his words stop me "Sixty years, with no parole was on the table for your stripper, and the thug's princess's name and face everywhere. The girl who escaped being trafficked because she became the king's whore. Screw her art they wanted her pity story, drugs and all."

I hear Marisol's gasp of disbelief "Samir, no." whether it was at the fact that he had told me that they were what made it go away or that he was blackmailing me. But he cuts her off "What, he shouldn't know that we made all that go away because we did, and I can make it all come back like the catastrophic event it was." Slowly I find myself pushing my phone back in my pocket and turn, I stride towards Samir when I let rage cover me and land a hard punch knocking him down.

Screaming at me Marisol goes to the aid of her husband as he looks me, his thumb wiping the blood from his lip. A sick look of success on his face making it harder than ever not to fit a second punch in as I lock my fists in "Evita Alonso and Celeste Clarke, you ever call them out of names again and I will rip your pretentious fucking head off your shoulders. This story dies here, I will work for you." ...

"I said I would always protect you both, even if it's from myself." Angels final words to seal the true ending of that awful day. I asked myself time and time again, why he was suddenly deciding to take the job from the parents he clearly wanted to do nothing with, but knowing is heavier than when I had no idea. Heavier because now I know he is bound by our pasts and worse, because he loves us.

Thoughts of how that night, the fear, blood and bullets that set-in stone the horror we would forever be linked to. It took so much to build us from that and now here we are, being dictated by the dead. Still we are here together, shaky as it may be, we have to find a way through the fire because standing stagnant in it, that is not an option "What was yesterdays fight about then? I mean they already have you working to take the position." Celeste asking probably in wonder of the call she had received.

Our hands separating, he runs his fingers through his hair with a rough tug of frustration "They to announce that I am not only alive but that I am the next heir at the annual gala." Suddenly leaving him that day feels like the worst choice I have ever made because in that moment he needed us more than ever. While Celeste and I had each other he was being moulded for this world he knew and wanted nothing to do with, and now it is going to be public.

"Being a doctor, I was in control, knew what I was doing, calculated but here. In this. I feel like I had been shot into orbit and been instructed to learn to walk." A perfect description of what he was going through but leaving him alone is the last thing I will do again, and by the look of shock and feeling overwhelmed I knew that she couldn't leave him.

With her fingers pulling and playing at the strings of her cotton sweater she brings her words to light "Angel, you need to let us in when you lose control. You hold this abundance of power and poise but you are human and like every one of us you need support. We will do that but only if you let us hold you as you lose your control. Not as your dominants but as the women who love you."

Her words accompanied with her doe eyes bringing him to a shake and emotional state held together by will. Standing from his place on the stairs he goes down two until he reaches the floor. Back turned to us we see his shoulders they rise and fall is a heavy pattern before he turns to face us. So much in the picture of him was a contraction as he looked so lost but he was always able to stand tall and proud in himself and he space he took.

"Please stand." This was not a demand or command but a simple request. One that we grant him and stand but we do not move. Instead we find ourselves frozen in a hurricane of shock. Celeste forgetting that she is on the steps almost taking a step back when he does something, we never thought we would see.

Like we had practiced and been taught by the very man we watched before us, he fell to his knees. I have seen him take power, control, sadistic pleasure and vulnerable need from his body and influence but never have I seen him give it, not like this. His eyes fall to the ground as his body folds to its knees with his hands laid palm out before us, the elevation of the stairs bringing the sight of the relatively large man contrast the snow white of the tiles with his black suited form.

He was not losing control; he was giving it to us. Celeste stands beside me, words lost to the actions before us when he fills the dead silent space with his words.

"Losing you both I was lost so I went to my former dominant and on my knees, I understood that I did so because I knew that I needed to humble myself and expose myself. Still I was knelt before the wrong woman because she was not who I needed forgiveness and retribution from. So here I kneel not as a dominant body asking for forgiveness, but a submissive mind, heart and soul begging for redemption."

To know that he went to his dominant so lost during the chaos of it all sunk in to me that he truly went to find the one person who could tell him that he had failed. But they could also tell him that he done so because he couldn't trust. He found the one place that would humble what gave him the umbrella to lie, his dominance, and exposed that once before he knelt in the same way we had.

He never looks up as we never did unless instructed by him, by our dominant, but here he was not that as he stated. Taking the words in I look to my side, Celeste as I am shaken from the actions and words of the man knelt before us. Though shaken I see something in her, I see the days she controlled me through her words, she was embracing it and when she faces him, I know beside me was a submissive with a voice "Face us Angel."

She was strong and sturdy in her words, never taking a moment to waver. Angel follows her words to their command and looks up from the floor, eyes locked with ours in his position. Looking to me I realize she is asking if I would like to ask anything so I do so and look down at him "We have knelt before you, truth and honesty of all that you asked from us. I just ask that you kneel with the same significance we did."

Celeste follows my words with her own "Know that when you rise from your knees the action and words become a part of you. Angel you are always going to have power, strength, influence and the ability to dominate but right now we need to know that on your knees, you acknowledge your vulnerabilities." Tear glossed eyes float at us as he listens to us and words we held for so long. Nodding he responds to us "I have learnt from this selfishness and loneliness and I just ask you forgive me while you let me earn the trust I took for granted. Life is a breathless cycle without you both."

Next to me I see Celeste take a step forward towards him, I follow along to him just feet away "No more lies." She whispers brushing his hair that had fallen lose as he looks up at us. A visible shiver from her touch "Never. I will give you truth as Angel and in a future if you let me again, as you Master."

His focus bounding on both of us. Knowing there is nothing left to say I do what I had been needing to do for weeks know and I fall to his level and brings myself into his arms. Celeste quick behind me we embrace each other, Angels kisses on our foreheads. His voice whispering "Thank you."