Blind Success {Book 1 - Blinded Trilogy}

35 - British Holiday

"I had done a fair bit of traveling during the holidays in my school days with my guitar and discovered that I could live on it. Admittedly, I traveled with a sleeping bag but I could always find somewhere to lay my head." Jeremy Irons

"The holidays stress people out so much. I suggest you keep it simple and try to have as much fun as you can." Giada De Laurentiis

I will admit I was rather reluctant to leave. I hadn't spoken a word since Rex died almost a week ago. Steven has stayed by my side but no matter how hard he tried to strike up a conversation I just wouldn't say anything. I would sit on the bed and hug the life out of my pillow, fighting the tears that threatened to fall.

Still my muteness didn't stop Steven from booking a flight for two over to England with an open ended return for whenever we decided to go back. At this stage I don't think I'd ever go back. It hurt too much. Loki was in the car with Steven as I as we drove to the airport, my pillow still in my hand because it was the easiest way that I could deal with my grief.

I hadn't even packed my bags myself. Loki and Steven had done it for me. I would just sit there looking at Rex's harness and leash that I would use when I was blind and couldn't see. I just wished that what I saw and what had happened hadn't.

A hand on my shoulder brought me out of the dark recesses of my mind and back to the present. I look up and see that the hand belongs to Loki. He offers me a smile that I have no interest in returning.

Both Loki and Steven had to help me get dressed just about every morning. Whenever I would shower they had to make sure to pull me out because I never walked out on my own. I was going through the motions. Hell, I still am. I must have taken too long to respond because before I know it, I'm lifted up in a pair of arms, my head resting against the chest of either my brother or boyfriend. In all honesty I didn't really care which one at this point.

Whoever hadn't picked me up, grabbed our bags and then the two men proceeded to walk into the airport.

The airport was abuzz with activity. I found myself looking around at things from time to time but not really paying any attention to what was going on around me. At one stage I was put down to walk through the security checkpoint, which was where Loki said his goodbyes as Steven and I went the rest of the way. I felt like crying as I watched him from the other side of the checkpoint. He gave me a smile which had my lower lip trembling. His expression changed and I really just wanted to run and hug him.

I felt an arm wrap around my waist, warmth from Steven's body invading mine. My eyes stayed on my brother for a moment before I looked at Steven, who kissed my forehead when I was facing him. I should have smiled at that but instead it just made me feel like crying even more than before. Closing my eyes, I tried to get the emotions that were rampaging throughout my mind to settle or completely disappear. Upon opening my eyes, I turn back towards my brother and see him smile at me. "You'll be fine Svala. This will help." Loki said into my mind. I nodded a little and offered a watery smile back at him before Steven and I had to make our way to the gate where we were to board our flight.

Thankfully we were one of the first people in line to board so we didn't have to wait long or give me time to rethink this whole thing. Once we were on the plane and in our seats, I took the window seat, looking out of it as the remainder of the people boarded. It all passed in a bit of a blur. The flight attendants did their safety talk about what to do in an emergency. Soon enough the plane was moving and taking off. I leaned against the side of the plane and closed my eyes, succumbing to sleep.

I could hear barking. I had to look around a bit to find the source of the noise. The barking was followed by childish giggles. I walk towards the noise and see a young boy playing with a small dog. The boy was black-haired and had a pale complexion.