Twisted Revenge

chapter 17 (the end)

Jake Milliyam: The next morning, Jake shuffled into the grand dining hall, his eyes a vacant blue that held no recollection of the tumultuous night. "Jay," he mumbled, scratching his disheveled hair. "What happened last night? We were watching porn, and then I just... I don't remember anything." His ravens' eyes remained a calm blue, oblivious to the chaos he'd wrought, a stark contrast to the tension that hung in the air. He slumped into a chair, his gaze drifting to the empty plate in front of him, as if searching for answers amidst the cold silverware and untouched food.

Jay milliyam: Jay took a deep breath, his eyes a tempest of fiery gold and brown as he approached the head of the table where Raven sat, reading the newspaper. He clenched his fists, the ravens' eyes on his skin flashing a fiery red. "Father," he began, his voice tightly controlled. "I need to speak with you—about Jake and me." His eyes grew a solemn black as he took a seat opposite raven. "We need some time away from here," he explained. "A world tour, just the two of us." His eyes, a mix of fiery gold and determination, bore into his father's. "We need to find ourselves, to understand our past and maybe, just maybe, find a way to break this curse." He paused, his ravens' eyes shifting to a hopeful blue. "Can you grant us this, please?"

Samaira: Samaira's eyes, a storm of gold and brown, searched Raven's face, her thoughts racing. "Jay, please," she began softly, her voice filled with motherly concern. "We need to be a family right now, more than ever." Her ravens' eyes grew a gentle silver, a silent plea for unity. "We can't just abandon each other—not when we're all hurting so much." She reached out to take Jay's hand, her eyes a mix of fiery gold and desperation. "Let's stay together, support each other, and face this as one."

Jay milliyam: Jay's eyes, a tempest of fiery gold and brown, snapped to Samaira, his jaw clenched. "I didn't ask you, Mother," he said coldly, his voice a whip crack in the tense silence of the room. "I asked my father." He turned to Raven, his gaze unwavering. "We need to do this—for ourselves and for the family." The ravens' eyes on his skin grew a solemn black, a declaration of his intent. "We can't change the past, but maybe we can save our future." His hand slipped from hers, his eyes a mix of anger and pleading. "Please, Father," he continued, his voice cracking with emotion. "Let us find a way out of this hell."

Samaira: Samaira's eyes, a turmoil of fiery gold and sadness, fell to her lap. "Fine," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "If this is what you both think is best, I'll support you." She took a deep, shaky breath, her ravens' eyes swirling with a mix of anger, fear, and resignation. "But you must promise to be safe, and to come back to me," she whispered, her gaze lifting to Raven, a silent appeal for his understanding.

Jake Milliyam: Jake's vacant blue eyes grew a flicker of confusion as he observed the tension between Jay and Samaira. "What's going on?" he asked, his voice a rasp of innocence. "Why are you guys fighting?" His ravens' eyes remained calm, a stark contrast to the emotional maelstrom brewing around him.

Raven: Raven looked up from his newspaper, his piercing dark blue eyes meeting Jay's fiery gold and brown gaze with a hint of surprise. He folded the newspaper neatly and set it aside, his movements deliberate and calculated. "A world tour?" He echoed Jay's words, his ravens' eyes shifting to a gentle silver as he regarded his troubled son. "Well," he began, his voice a low rumble of authority, "I suppose a change of scenery couldn't hurt." He stood up, his muscles flexing beneath his shirt. "But," he added, his eyes growing a stern grey, "I expect you both to keep your heads low and stay out of trouble." He turned to Samaira, his gaze softening. "Your mother is just worried," he assured Jake, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "But she'll be okay. We're all going to be okay." He forced a smile, his eyes shifting to a more genuine blue. "Let's start packing, then." The room filled with a false excitement as they all pretended that this was a joyful family trip rather than an escape from their dark past.