Escaping Fate

Chapter 13

(Oliver POV)

"Well then..." Madame Raja said, "I think you two have had enough action for now. So, how about we rest until after lunch. Then we'll start your training."

"Okay, sounds good," Lyssa replied.

"We'll be in our room," I picked Lyssa up from my lap and set her down on the bed, sitting next to her.

It's crazy how we do all these coupley things, but we don't think any of it. Most people would look at us and just assume that we're together. Like, how she sits on my lap or how I carry her or even how I'd fall asleep with my head her lap. I wish we were like that, but heaven knows she only thinks of me as a friend.

I know this for a fact. Whenever we'd watch the Olympics my place, she'd always talk about the male swimmers' muscles. She's seen me without a shirt on. What's so good about their muscles and not mine? I love her so much that it hurts, but that's why I have to let her be. I want her to be happy. Even if it's not with me, at least she would get to be happy.

I snapped out of my thoughts as I heard Lyssa begin to cry. That's my least favorite sound on the planet. I hate when she's not happy. I put an arm around her shoulders, "Hey... What's wrong?"

She buried her face into my chest, her body wracking with sobs. "I-I wish everything would j-just go back to the w-way it was," she answered as I wrapped my arms tightly around her fragile body. "I wish Mom and Jordan were still here. I wish that Mark was still put away. I wish that these powers would leave."

I began to cry as she was explaining, "I-I know... I miss them, t-too." I wasn't just trying to empathize. It was completely true. I considered Jordan the brother that I never had. I loved Lyssa's family.

"B-but, you know what?" I pulled away and wiped both of our tears that were streaming down our cheeks.

"What?" she looked back at me with all the hope that I knew she could muster up at that moment.

"We can make their deaths mean something. We can stop Mark and make sure that they didn't die for nothing," I replied cupping her face with my hands.

She smiled and nodded, "Oliver can I try something real quick?"

(Lyssa POV)

"Sure," he answered. I wonder, if I concentrate hard enough, would I be able to send him a thought now...

'Can I keep your hoodie?' I thought really hard and looked right in his eyes. Man, how I love his eyes. I could get lost in them for days.

I then saw his beautiful green eyes light up and go wide, "Woa!"

"Did I do it?" I asked excitedly.

"Yes! You can keep my hoodie. And are my eyes that pretty?" he batted his eyelashes playfully.

Crap, I didn't mean to send that to him. I blushed lightly, "Yep! They're like your mom's." I hope that covered that over.

"Thanks, Lyssa," he smiled and hugged me. "Can we cuddle pwease?" Oliver made puppy-dog eyes and pouted his bottom lip a bit. I must say, he looks quite attractive like that.

I sighed. "I guess," I smiled playfully. Of course, I wanted to cuddle. I love his cuddles. Oliver's such a warm and kind person. Whenever I'm wrapped in his arms, I know nothing can hurt me. When I'm in his arms, I feel completely safe.

(Oliver POV)

I wrapped my arms around Lyssa as her back settled into my chest. I know she's playing it off. I know she's still not okay. I still can't believe that Mark touched her like that. I may be a pervert, but I'd never do that to anyone. Especially Lyssa... Well, at least not without her consent.

"You're not okay," I stated very matter-of-factly.

She gave me a half-hearted laugh, "No, I'm not."

"Tell me about it," I told her.

"I-I just had so many flashbacks," she explained. "I was just a little girl and he did that to me. And then he just goes and rips my shirt off..." she stared at the wall listlessly, "I thought he was going to do it again... But this time he might've succeeded."

I hugged her tighter, "I'd never let him do that to you. You're my best friend." I smiled at Lyssa and cuddled her.

"Thanks, bestie," she smiled and yawned, "Can I take a nap?"

"Sure," I smiled," I'll wake you up when it's lunch time." I began to hum an old lullaby my mom used to sing to me and she slowly fell asleep in my arms.

I watched her sleep for a bit and played with her hair. She's so damn beautiful... I wish that I could take all of the pain from her. I wish that she would be mine.

(Madame Raja POV)

I've been calling their names for ten minutes... What could possibly be taking them so long?

I walked into the kids' room to find them cuddling and napping peacefully. "Come on, lunch is ready," I said before walking out of the room.

If they cuddle and hold hands hug each other like that, why aren't they together? Don't they see that they love one another. Oh well, I shouldn't meddle. They need to figure this out on their own.

(Oliver POV)

I woke Lyssa up and carried her into the kitchen, because she wasn't fully awake yet. She rubbed her eyes and started eating the sandwich in front of her as we all started making small talk.

Once we were done with lunch, Madame Raja spoke up, "You ready to start training?"

I nodded, "Yep, I think I'm going to change into some shorts, though."

"Me too," Lyssa said and walked into our room.

She walked into the bathroom and changed into a low-cut tank top and some short-shorts. Is she trying to make me perv out?

I quickly changed into some shorts and lost my shirt. We walked to the training room and immediately stopped at the sight in front of our eyes.

Madame Raja was on the floor passed out surrounded by demon looking things.

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Hey guys!! I'm sorry for the cliffhanger, but I hope you're intrigued. I tore a ligament in my foot on Friday, so now I'm in an ankle brace and it really hurts to walk.

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Signing off,
Jess ;)