The Lies That Come Between Us Rebekol ff

Chapter 3

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Kol acted as if our conversation had never taken place perhaps he had been too drunk to recall it in the morning or he regretted telling me he missed me. With every day that passed I felt myself grow colder the hope that Kol and I could ever learn to live with each other was slipping away.

 In the summer heat I suffered closing my shutters at night silencing Kol and his women I couldn’t live with it anymore it was slowly infecting my mind like a plague.  My dreams had only gotten more haunting since my friend had recreantly given birth. When I had visited the baby for the first time and held it in my arms all I could see was James face staring back at me. I had begun to shake, sobs running all over my face without me even realising it. Uttering a lie I had said that I had fallen sick and was feeling lightheaded and that I was happy for her she had a perfect baby.

I couldn’t shake the image of her and her husband holding the baby them cradling each other, no fear for their future as a family. Even though I didn’t want to be faced with it my head filled me with Images of Kol and me holding James, Kol kissing me gently as he held a sleeping James on His lap. Or us walking in the fields, James running in the distance about 4 now as he turns back sticking out his tongue slightly at us his face a mirror image at Kol as a young boy as James said “Come and play with me mother and father , come and catch me . Kol just cradling my hand in his as we went to play with our son.

 I was tired of feeling this way alone and lost it couldn’t carry on distancing myself from others would only allow me to fall further and be trapped in this state of dreaming I would never have. So I tried to begin again.

After I finished work with mother each day I would eat with Henrik ,mother and Klaus and Elijah when they were  free enough to attend. Father and Kol were always in residence at the tavern not returning to at least midnight at the earliest. They were like ghost drifting in when we were asleep leaving us before we had risen.  After a few weeks I had caught up with my friend’s life and we were all on good terms. I had even begun to spend some time with David again his parents having recently both passing away from a particularly nasty case of a cold. He was only an orphan at nineteen his whole world had changed and I knew how that felt. So we would take walks through the forest as he would talk about how he was struggling finically, his plans for the future and how he was suffering through the pain. Each day I was trying to will myself to let Kol fade from my heart and try to feel more for David but even though I cared for him very much it was only friendship. That didn’t mean that one day it couldn’t grow in to something more.

It was late afternoon David and I had been walking for an hour and had finally come to rest in the town square sitting on some bales of straw. The town was full of activity there was another barn dance talking place this night.

David was resting his head on his knees, his pain swamping him. For his whole life it was just him and his parents and this was the first year he would be attending on his own. Gently I placed my hand over his trying to offer him any support I could. Before I had a chance to say offer any words of solace a cluttering noise rang out.

Searching for the disturbance my breath hitch when my eyes locked with Kol’s. He had thrown his sword down on the floor staring at me and David like we had been in a lovers embrace. His fists were tight and I could feel the rage that was emanating from him. The local doctor went to hand Kol the sword but he wouldn’t pull his face from mine. The poor man tried to tap Kol on the shoulder now but Kol just ripped it hard from his grip telling the man to go to hell and leave him in peace as he carried himself down the path swaying on his feet.