A Different Beginning

A Different Beginning ~ Part 109 ~ Weak Snow

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Resting in Mr. Blackbourne's comforting arms, my wounds throbbing under the bandages surrounding my stomach. I can feel his muscular arms tighten around me pulling me closer to his chest allowing me to rest my forehead against his cheek. "This man just knows what I need the most even when I don't say anything." I think quietly to myself as I take slow painful breaths trying to calm down.

"Mr. Morgan get the bed ready for Sang." States Mr. Blackbourne a hand lightly massaging my back trying to make me relax. "I am going to take her downstairs to get her a little water." I spotted Victor nodding and my hold tightened around Mr. Blackbourne's shirt as he moved from the room my heart pounding at the fact that he had just used my first name. There was something else that he hadn't mentioned, I could tell. 

A little nervous, I glance up to his dark grey eyes and a small smile appears on his lips before he places them softly against my forehead. "Everything is okay. I just want to chat with you a little." I silently nod my head but my mind is already off in a number of different directions as I think of what Mr. Blackbourne would like to talk to me about. 

Soon, I feel the counter under me, as Owen places me down, and moves about the kitchen filling a glass with milk before handing it to me. Taking it from him with a small thanks, I take a sip before holding it in my lap looking to Mr. Blackbourne who rests his hands against my sides. Putting down the glass, I look straight to him curious and worried. "I just want to talk to you about Mr. Morgan." He whispers and I relax a little happy that the discussion is no longer about me but worried about my prince. 

Settling down into a serious manner I look straight to Mr. Blackbourne's grey eyes before me. "His parents are fighting against him aren't they." I state watching the male's eyes glitter with worry before he drops his head a little. Instantly, I set my hands on Mr. Blackbourne's chest my eyes watching his every movement. "How bad?" I whisper and Mr. Blackbourne tenses looking to me before swallowing. 

"Its bad enough, they have started hiring lawyers to fight this but Mr. Morgan has already filed for independence  from his parents and I would act as his legal guardian." Nodding, I am glad that Victor has already applied but I quickly recall the pale looking Victor in the hallway and my chest tightens. Glancing back to Mr. Blackbourne, I listen. "The Academy has kept the press at bay for now but because of Victor's social appearances it won't last long." He explains and I can tell he is talking to me more as a partner than as a member of the family. Taking a moment to comprehend everything, I look back to Owen. 

"Have you done everything you possible could?" Mr. Blackbourne instantly nods and I place a soft kiss on his lips. "Then we will do the best we can and stay by Victor's side the entire way." I pause a moment letting what I said sink in before I smile softly to Mr. Blackbourne. "Thank you for telling me." I whisper and a large smile appears on Owen's lips and he leans forward, almost pushing me over, as he places a kiss on my lips. 

I allow the feeling of butterflies to take over rushing all around my body as Owen pulls away and I slowly rest my forehead against his chest taking ragged breaths against the strain of my bandages. "Careful Sang..." His voice is calming as he gently scoops me back up into his arms and I rest my head on his shoulder a blush forming on my cheeks as I am carried up to my bedroom. I spot Victor sitting up in bed, the covers pulled down around him. 

His burning eyes instantly meeting mine, Mr. Blackbourne carries me over to him and I curl into Victor's chest in return. Settling down for the night, I curl up in-between Mr. B and Victor. Both stay close to my side as I slowly lay back against the comforts of pillows. 

But sleep does not come. I lie awake for hours unable to sleep just looking up at the ceiling until, I give up and silently move out of the bed and into the hallway. My mind spins with the memories of my mother and I tremble as I make my way down the stairs and to the living room. Curling up on the couch, I turn on the television, making sure it is on the lowest volume setting. Allowing my brain to go numb, I watch a number of different shows before an episode of Law and Order starts on the television and I freeze. 

My eyes run over the dead boy of a girl around my age and I can feel my chest constrict. Tears threaten as I turn away and I hide my face in the couch unable to calm down. I can feel my mother's hands wrapping around my throat and I can't breath. Rushing out of the room, I throw myself out the door and into the snow. 

Forcing deep painful breaths in and out of my chest, I allow the cold to bring me back to the present and I slowly move out of the doorway and sit on the small porch. The memories continue to run around in my head as I stay curled up in the cold. I must have fallen asleep for the next thing I know, I hear my name being screamed from inside of the house. 

Shivering, I slowly shake off the snow covering my shoulders and make my way to the door. Shaking harder, I struggle a little before managing to open the door and step into the warmth of the living area. The first pair of eyes to meet mine is Dr. Green's as he bolts across the room to me, placing his hands carefully on my cheeks before lifting me up. 

"I need blankets! Lots of blankets!" He screeches as he carries me to the couch and places me down carefully. My body is shaking harder and harder in the comfort of Dr. Green's warm arms and then the transition to the warmth of the couch. "Sang, sweetheart, can you move all of your toes and fingers for me." I nod a little and slowly move them, they are cold but nothing else. Suddenly a bundle of covers are around me and I shiver hard curling into them. 

"Sang..." Opening my eyes, I meet Mr. Blackbourne's eyes that are filled with worry but also anger. "Why would you go outside without one of us?" He whispers caressing my cheek which makes me shiver. 

"I started to panic... I couldn't sleep so I came down here to watch television and... and a show came on where a girl died.... I couldn't... I though of my mother... and that basement..." I can hear how raspy my voice is but I keep talking needing to get the pain out of my chest. "I started to panic... I couldn't breath and I didn't have my phone.... I ran outside." I whispered and I could feel Dr. Green's painfully warm hands shifting my bandages around and tears start to slip down my cheeks.    

"Sang..." I opened my eyes meeting Mr. Blackbourne's soft grey eyes, the anger gone, and he leans down pressing a soft kiss on my cheek. "You did a good job calming yourself down but the second you did you should have gotten one of us." He whispers. Instantly, I nod and Dr. Green appears once more in view taking over the conversation as he guides us back to doctor mode. 

After a number of different questions about the panic attack, I realize none of the other boys are around and I glance to Mr. Blackbourne who holds my hand in his. "Some aren't awake yet but the rest I have asked to stay in their rooms until we had you comfortable... North and Gabriel aren't happy. " He warns and I let out a shaken breath before curling up a bit more in the covers feeling exhausted already.