Ascension

Chapter Fifteen

I lurched forward in my chair, arising in a panic. Gasping as I breathed in the fresh air. That sinking feeling had hit my stomach. "Abel!" I immediately shouted and my voice echoed in the dark room. I looked down at the white bed sheets beneath me. My clothes had been changed into a simple gray tee shirt and a pair of black sweatpants.

My arms had been bandaged up here and there. My palms were completely wrapped up. I sat alone in an Alaskan king bed that took up a fraction of the room. It must have been the same size as the living room back at my home estate. Two story black walls with matching black trim. Simple furniture. All dark. There were two types of darkness. The type that haunts you, and the type that puts you to sleep.

This room was calming.

Large pane windows faced the countryside, and the sunrise barely hit over the hillside. Dawn. The trees started to turn into bright cascading colors of orange, red, and yellow. Leaves were breaking away and falling slowly to the ground. Peaceful.

I slide the sheets away from my body and my bare feet hit the black marble flooring. Cold. It was cold here. "Abel!" I screamed louder this time but once again, it just echoed in the large, black room. It reminded me of my nightmare, which sent chills through my body. My night wasn't real. Nothing was different. Emma, Gavin, Luke, my dad-

I choked on air. I looked down at my body and saw the red stains. I could vividly see his blood dripping off my chin and hitting the floor beneath me. He was gone. Through teary eyes I could see my dad again.

"I love you!" His hurried words rang in my ears. My lungs failed me again and hyperventilation took over.

He died protecting me.

I forced back a loud sob but broke out into hysterical screams. He was gone. He was dead. My chest was caving and my heart shattered. My world was destroyed in just one single night.

I fell back into the bed, my face falling into my hands. I wanted out. I wanted out of everything. Wherever I was. My head. My life. I felt the anxiety and pit grow in my body as I thought about the last few moments I've had with my father.

The hatred. The sadness.

As angry as I was, as depressed as I was - I regretted every single word I said to him. I wanted to rewind it at all. I couldn't decide which pain was worse. The shock of what happened, or the pain that I knew I was never going to create new stories with him. That I would never be able to tell him that I forgive him.

I lost all emotion at that very moment. My lips parted and my head dangled forward. I had no one anymore. I had nothing. I leaned my head back and tried praying, but my mind was so scattered I couldn't come up with a single word. There wasn't a point, right?

I heard the front door creak open and I immediately sat up. My face was stiff from the dried tears. Adrenaline. Three known figures walked into the room. "Dani!" Emma seemed relieved that I was awake. It was instrict to rush to my aid.

"Emmaline." The demanding voice came from none other than Lucas Navarro. Of course, he was involved in this situation as well. Just calling her name had an effect that left Emma stopping in her tracks and resuming her position beside the two men.

Blood had covered Lucas's white linen shirt here and there, leaving a few buttons undone, and his tie slung around his neck. His dark brown eyes bore into me, observing my arms which had been cut up from all the glass.

Finally, Gavin came into light. He was also covered in a bit of blood, his hands slightly stained from them. Looking at the men, the only logical feelings that hit me were anger and resentment. Every single one of them, liars. They had lied and deceived me.