Wreckless

Chapter 4

"Infinity..In...Infinity". He is trying to reach out to his daughter. The pain pulsing through his body as he applies pressure to the gushing blood. She stares into the eyes of her dying father, the fear glowing in her eyes as her father pushes further to grasp onto his daughter hidden helplessly beneath the bed.

The terror dawns on her. Tears fall one by one as reality tries to pry into her brain. Breathing in the anxiety as her father's eyes start to droop. Muffling her cries as she remembers the promise she made to her father. 

"Whatever happens, don't you dare cry". 

*BANG*

Shooting out of bed I check around the room, grabbing the nearest weapon which happens to be a pencil. The only thing that could be heard is my heavy breathing. The sweat dripping down my forehead as I feel the rising of my anxiety. Letting out a breath I realize it was just a dream. Throwing my pathetic excuse of a weapon on the nightstand. 

I sat on my bed trying to put my mind at ease. The dream replaying in my head pressing onto my brain. I head to the mini fridge grabbing a bottle of water, flinching at the coldness. 

I gulped half of the bottle down as some drip down my chin. It's pitch black outside and I am really exhausted. Stretching my body I could feel my stomach grumbling.

Go to sleep you bastard

The voice inside my head groans. Pushing the voice away I head towards the corridor and I freeze when I hear my mother talking.

"George.. explain to me why I am still with Silver? She is a heartless, cold, rude and disrespectful little crap. She acts like a spoiled little brat, so bloody stupid. She only listened to her pathetic excuse of a father. He is dead because of her. She could've saved him but no she saved herself and watched him die. I lost my soulmate, my best friend, my love, my everything. We could have made another child but Noooo, he wanted her to live. He is dead because of his dumb mistake. Just a few hours of this flight and I won't be with her anymore." 

The slurring of her words made me realize she is drunk. I laugh at her words, looking at her questionably. She let out a sigh of annoyance, ignoring my presences.

"Go to sleep your drunk"

Biting innocently on my apple, I lick the little juices off my lips. I study her carefully her hand twitching in anger. She threw her empty glass towards me. The fire in her eyes burning with fury. I couldn't help but smirk. Silently looking at her with my eyebrows raised. 

Smirking at her attempt I just laugh loudly almost choking on my apple. She looked at me pissed before shaking her head storming off to her room.

Letting out a sigh I bent down grabbing the shards of glass throwing them into the bin until I spotted a scrunched up picture on the floor. I picked it up slowly flattening it, rubbing the creases. I tensed as I looked at the paper, cringing at the picture of Dad and I. This photo was taken 12 years ago. We looked so happy, so carefree. My light brown eyes matching my dad's light brown eyes looking towards the camera with toothy grins.

A fluffy feeling rubbed against my leg breaking me out of my thoughts. I looked down and it was bud wanting my attention. I smile down at him, leaning down and embracing him in my arms. He seems so happy snuggling into me. His bright blue eyes looking at me. 

He is one adorable husky, but don't be fooled by his cuteness. He is scary when he is overprotective and he is a well-trained guard dog. 

I remember this one time when Bud went apeshit on this stray dog that bloody tried to bite me. He nearly ripped the dog's eye out but the dog ran away. I got to love Bud; he's my world. Bud was a gift from my Dad when I was 2 and he was also small pup. I have been in love with him since. We were raised together and now he is all grown and big. 

Pushing my thoughts to the back of my head. I look outside and I realized we landed on our motherland (UK). Mark comes into view smiling brightly at me.

"Welcome to London, the capital city of England".