Chapter 18 - For The Ones We Love

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Ivy's pov:
I pull my knees closer to my chest, sitting by the window again. This time though, it's inside the room of my father and Kate. A few nights ago, Damian's nightmares about his grandfather kept increasing in intensity. Even though he falls asleep at night, the nightmares never stop to chase after him. That's why we're no longer in the hospital-area, but rather in Kate's and my father's room. They're the only ones who can calm him down.

I hardly sleep at all these days. God knows I'm actually happy I don't because I know I will see him again. The man my little half-brother lies at night dreaming about, is a man I fear for with my life. He's the actual reason that I don't sleep at night. I lied to Kate before. It's not because I've failed to adjust to the family-life. The real reason is that in any minute, something will happen and I will have to be a part of it.

I look down on my hand for a moment, dreading the moment when I have to open the windows and pour the content of the tiny bottle into my half-brother Damian's mouth. I will have to pour some into Kate too or else she'll know what's going on before it even happens. Mother's intuition I've been told, is very strong. For now, she is asleep and my father is in his office. I heard him the other day, angry and in pain over what I told Kate. I knew the buttons to press to make him feel that way. Every time he felt a wave of pain, I felt it too because that was my purpose of saying those things. My purpose here wasn't to become a part of the family, just infiltrate it.

It sends shivers down my spine knowing what I'm doing and what it leads to. I didn't think much about that at first, but right now that's all I can do. I've grown fond of my half-brother Damian, of Kate and my father whom I didn't even know before I saw him for the first time a couple of days ago. He made me feel welcome and safe and a part of the little family he already had. The problem is there are others that are also dear to me too like my grandmother and a friend of mine called Maija. He promised me their safety. I'm only twelve years old, but I am already used to broken promises, especially from him, but I still don't take any chances.

I'm well into these conflicting thoughts and emotions when I look out the window and see a rope appear. I know that as my queue to open the window and I do. I wait for a moment before I hear someone roping his way down. Brutus eventually comes down and he nods at me. I know this is it. This is the time. I move across the floor effortlessly and silently and get to Kate and slip a tiny drop of the mixture through her lips as I hear Damian twisting and turning badly.

- Mom, he's coming to get me again!

He calls out. I immediately run over to him. He's awake and sweaty, looking towards the window. As I turn my head towards it, I see Brutus has moved out of sight before I get to Damian.

- Hey, it's okay, Damian. Grandfather is not here, you were just dreaming. You're safe. Here, this'll make you sleep better.

I let out as he nods weakly, fear penetrating his eyes like arrows through flesh before I give him a sip and he dozes off rather quickly. I turn my head back towards the window and Brutus slips inside and unfolds a blanket.

- We don't have much time, kid. Your father could be here any minute. Walk over to the door and listen for any activity.

He says. I see him lift Damian, who is pretty much lifeless now, over to the blanket. My breath is shaky as Brutus suddenly looks at me.

- Go on, we don't have much time!

He says it so abruptly that I almost flinch, but I manage to get it together and run to the door. No matter how important this is, I can't focus properly on it. There's just too much conflict inside my chest for me to be as attentive as I need to be.

- Do you think he'll hurt him? Do you think he will keep his promise about grandmother and Maija?

I let out with doubt in my voice as Brutus turns his head towards me. He stops what he's doing and takes a deep breath. It almost seems as though he's reconsidering what he's doing.

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