Painful pasts and terrible truths

Chapter 80

I don't know why I agreed to it but Scott tried to help me get over my fear of fire.

"This simulation which your uncle has painstakingly programmed will attempt to cure you of your pyrophobia" Scott explained plainly, he forced me into the middle of the training area.

"Can you not make it so intense the first time around please" I requested.

Scott nodded and he pressed a button, a blazing ring of fire surrounded me, it was too hot, too terrifying and downright uncomfortable, it was beginning to close in on me, my breathing and pulse had become rapid, I couldn't move, I fell to floor in a heap and I covered my ears. I was starting to cry now, this was hurting me and I couldn't breathe.

"Scott stop you're torturing her!" I heard Alan shout.

"She needs to learn" Scott hissed in response.

*Virgil's POV*

I was highlighting my notes and writing stuff down as I worked, I had my feet propped up on my desk, this was comfortable. Suddenly my door opened, it was Alan, he was panting.

"It's Olivia, she's freaking out and you need to help her right now, Scott's torturing her" Alan explained through rapid breaths.

I needed to inspect this, I removed myself from the desk and I ran to the training area, I glared at Scott and his expression was a fearful one, he turned the simulation off. Why choose fire of all things, Olivia's terrified of fire and she'll never get over it. I saw her shaking mass in the centre of the floor, I walked over to her and I lowered myself to her level, she looked so small and helpless.

"Olivia, sweetheart, it's ok, I'm here, you don't need to panic anymore" I whispered in my effort to soothe her.

"It won't go away, I can't stop thinking about it" Olivia sobbed, a small pool of her tears was collecting on the metallic flooring, oh gosh. I had no choice but to pick her up and carry her back to my room as it was a safe and comfortable environment that she recognised.

"You're safe now, it's not going to hurt you" I reassured her, I placed her down on my bed and she cried into my bedsheets, I needed to get her uniform off as it was reminding her of everything.

"I want to quit, I'm not cut out for this, I'm scared, I wanted to be strong like you" Olivia cried, the panic in my gut had started to rise, I took my boots off and I slipped into bed with her. I cradled her and rubbed her back in circular motions, she was shaking so much.

"You don't need to be strong like me, baby, you are cut out for this job, you're so good at this," I comforted her "heck I even have severe claustrophobia so that proves that even I'm not perfect."

After half an hour she started to calm down, I felt sorry for her.

"I'm so tired and hungry" Olivia moaned, I won't question her eating habits or whether she's been eating properly, I just need to help her.

"Do you want me to get something to eat?" I asked her quietly.

Olivia nodded, thank god she's accepted this offer, I got out of bed and walked down to the kitchen. I made her and myself something to eat, what she eats is nothing compared to my meal consumption. Grandma always complains at all five of us that we need to eat more because we're growing boys, she even offers Olivia extra helpings, but considering the fact that Olivia never eats a lot anyway she doesn't offer anymore.

"And voilà I am back" I grinned when I opened the door, Olivia's face lit up when she saw me so she sat up.

"Thanks, you didn't need to put too much effort into caring for me" Olivia mumbled.