You Found Me

Chapter 5

"Lyssa!" Godric called out flying into the room, Eric on his tail.

"Sh." I hissed my eyes not leaving the screen.

"You're bleeding," Godric pleaded, but I turned up the volume.

"Godric," Eric stated, grimly looking at the television.

My dad was being interviewed about his views and plans for the future. He spewed venom and trash, barely recognizing the loving father I idolized when I was little. He hated violence or he had. My father was turning into a heartless monster.

The segment changed a few seconds later, I turned it off, hissing, stepping on glass shards before sitting back onto the bed. I propped my foot up, picking out a few visible bloody pieces. Godric returned by my side with medical supplies a few seconds later.

After a colorful display of swearing, all the glass was out of my feet. Godric tightly bandaged my feet. Carefully, I scooted myself towards the other edge of the bed before standing up. Wincing slightly at the pain, Eric lent me a hand to steady my teetering self. Godric didn't approve and tried to get me to sit back down. I ignored his complaints leaving to find a dustpan to clean up the mess. Eric smirked at my behavior. Sending him a sly wink, I left the room to make my way to the laundry room on the first floor.

Finally, I cleaned up the glass with Godric's scorning help. Eric watched us insignificantly, occupying his time by texting on his phone. Glancing at the clock, it was close to five in the morning.

"We should retire for the evening. I suggest that you do to," Godric insisted sternly, waiting for me to agree to rest before walking towards the door. Eric shot me a warning glance before following his maker.

Pacing the room, I couldn't shake the image of my father. Maybe if I could reason with him, he would disband his organization. Olivia would despise me if I didn't do something to stop them. Godric, Eric, and Sookie wouldn't approve of the idea, unnecessary risk they would probably say. The only person I could think of understanding was Jason. He lost his parents without being able to do anything to stop it, but I knew he would have if he could of. He would understand.

I laid down in bed, drifting back to memories of Jason and I spending hours outside exploring. A warm sentimental feeling stirred in my chest.

Once again, I awoke shaken from another nightmare that I couldn't remember, reading the clock it was around eleven. Taking a quick shower, I drove Bill's house to meet Sookie.

Standing on the porch, I was nervous to go in. Sucking it up, I rung the doorbell and waited.

Sookie always radiated happiness. Dressed in a yellow sundress, she was sunshine with a worried face.

"Lyssa, hey, I'm really sorry, but Tara is having an emergency at her mother's house. I'm so sorry to cancel, but I will call you tomorrow." She hurried to her yellow rust bucket.

"It's okay, talk to you tomorrow," I replied relieved.

Deciding that I didn't drive all the way here for nothing, I drove to Jason's. He was outside working on an old car.

"Just the girl I wanted to see. Lyssa, meet your future car." He gestured to a chipped green colored jeep.

"Really?" I beamed.

Grinning mad, Jason gave me a tour of the car he called Oliver.

It was perfect.

Giving Jason a hug, I thanked him.

"I've missed you, Lyssa. You're family, anything for you."

Then it hit me and without thinking I knew what I had to do it.