Whispers of The Forgotten

Chapter 40 The End of The Beginning

***SAPPHIRES POV***

My heart stopped. The rocking stopped. My hands fell down from my ears and I quickly stood up. As I turned to face them, with tear stained cheeks, I took a deep breath.

My father was no longer lying on the ground, but was now standing in front of me with a wicked grin on his face. I heard absolutely nothing when I focused my gaze on them. It was as if the world stopped. Everything around me blurred out and I was focused solely on the three men in front of me.

One was someone who I thought I could trust, but made a deal that will probably soon bring us all to our demise. The other one was cold, brutal man who actually taught me how to feel things. Even be happy when I thought that was the farthest thing from my reach.

And the other, well he was the thing that took my fathers place. This man took from me what I needed most. Love from my father. He took and twisted my father into something he was not. And with that, he twisted me into something I was not.

I focused more in on the brothers in front of me. Lucas stood there, arm wrapped around Krylan, with messed up hair, bruises and blood on his face. And Krylan leaned heavily against Lucas. He had no shirt on and something was carved into his chest that was bleeding profusely.

I wanted to feel bad for them. But my body just couldn't grasp onto anything. All I could do was feel this mind blowing numbness and hurt course through my body. And of course with that came the pain and heat.

My eyes ignited and my wings flew from my back again. Flames rolled down the side of my face and dropped onto the floor creating small campfires. I made eye contact with each and every one of them.

"Was this all just a plot from the beginning? What did I ever do but love all of you! Why must you choose me to belittle and me to traumatize? Please, someone, anyone tell me what I ever did! What did I do wrong?!"

When no one answered, I threw a ball of flame towards the wall and slammed my foot against the ground. "You're all cowards!" I yelled to them. Hurt swam through me and all I could see was red.

"Sapphire, what are you-," Lucas tried, taking a step towards me but I shot a hand up to stop him. "Don't," I demanded, my voice fierce. My hands flew up into a surrender position and I let the flame and power drop. My wings retracted and I looked at them again.

My hands dropped back down to my sides. "Forget it! I don't want any of your pathetic excuses." I shook my head and looked towards the Braythwell boys. "You two, I thought I could trust you," I gritted, clenching my eyes shut.

Then my feet carried me towards my father who was surprisingly quiet through all of this. He bowed his head to meet my gaze as I looked up at him. "And you, you took from me what I needed most in my life. You took the love of my father, and for that.." I started. And then I clenched my mouth and walked even closer to him, "You can go burn in Hell."

With that, I punched him in his face and ran towards Lucas and Krylan. Yes, I was hurt beyond measure, but I still loved them. "Run!" I screamed. Their eyes widened and they turned around to run with me. That was until what was left of the door was slammed shut, blocking our escape route.

Repeatedly I slam my body against the door, but it wasn't budging. I even tried to burn it, but my flames were someone reflected. We turned around to see my father with his hand raised, a green light emitting from his eyes.

"Enough!" He boomed. And what my mind couldn't wrap around was the storm swirling above our heads. Yes, an actual storm inside a room. Call me insane, but it was lightning too.

A scream made me whip my head back towards my boys. Krylan was now on the floor clutching at his side. The marking on his chest now illuminated the dark room. He was sweating and his eyes were clenched closed in pain.