Renegade-N.H-

Eye's Can't Shine

"You cannot just go in there without a plan Lee," Louis grabs my arm with force and pulls me back as I rush around the kitchen. Liam stands in the large doorway blocking it with his frame and staring at me like I'm going to burn up in flames.

"I have a plan, go in there a kill them all." I say with force. The tone is enough to send Louis backwards, dropping the hold on my arm and taking a deep breath of air.

"That's a plan with no intention of coming home Harley, I've seen plenty of them and they've all gone sour." Liam leans against the kitchen counter with a mean look in his eye. One of decisive nature, he wanted to do this, wanted to go and make a point. But part of him was holding back, understanding what the hell this meant.

To me it meant, dying. Risking everything to free myself from Niall and his family of lunatics. But then that was losing them, I had already lost Niall or so it seemed and my heart was numbing to everything else.

"Harley please," Louis says now trying to appeal to the softer side of me, a side I wasn't even sure existed anymore. "Can we talk about this, plan it out and decide as a group. Don't be selfish and run in there all kamazee, getting yourself killed."

"I told your mother something once," Loran says coming in from the back yard. I hadn't even realized he was standing there until he spoke. "I told her that the foolish are always the bravest. She thought I was an idiot for believing something like that. You know what she said back to me?"

"The bravest can't always be the strongest." I answer him and he nods.

"Just because you think you need to do this alone, doesn't mean you do." He says and it's refreshing, and honest. One of the most honest things anyone has ever said to me.

"We can't just leave him there," I say dropping my guard and looking around the room at my clumsy mash up of family.

"We'll think of something, I promise." Louis says.

Louis swallows hard looking at me like a broken piece of China. A piece that he dropped in a silly game of tug of war. He was right, before this I was gentle and quiet. I didn't take gruff from people but I wasn't like this. How had I changed so fast in such little time.

Alex sees the change too, a confused scowl on her face. She knows me well enough to see past my charade of anger to see that I'm really just trying to catch my breath. I had been crying inside since he left.

Ansel is the only one smiling, a goofy look on his face like something was finally going right and he was helpful to the cause. His tall lanky body made him impossible to miss, and his eyes didn't leave mine for once. Direct contact to each other. My sketchy link to reality, reminding me that I was the danger here. I could turn them all into humans like nothing.

Loran stands with small scars painting his face and arms, tightly wrapped in black sheer material and a cold look on his face as always.  He was the boss here, a voice of reason in such a bloody chaos. He was calm and for the most part understanding of what you were thinking. He was a small piece of my mother, I had never really asked him about their past. Almost too nervous to, but I wanted to one day. When all of this was over.

He looks to Liam, the broken piece of our puzzle. Raging inside he wanted everyone to suffer. But he was kind too, understanding my need to take action without much thought. He was the person you wanted behind you in a fire fight.

"Well..." I say fed up with them all staring at me like I was crazy.

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"You're sure it's the same house," Loran turns to me again after pacing back and forth as I told the story again and again.