Venom

Chapter 22. Trapped

  “Please, Red, s—say something." I begged when he kept silent for a long—very long time.

His hands slowly and cautiously, left my face and he stepped far away, from me.

  “That day when I told you about my family, you knew, right?" His tone was neutral, yet he breathed harder than a few seconds before. I nodded, slowly. “You knew he was alive and you never fucking told me.”

  “I'm sorry” I breathed.

His held mine captive. “All this time… , you were my friend, I trusted you.” He shrugged. “Guess I was wrong… I”

  “I'm sorry, Red."

  “Don't call me that” he barked, making me jump. “Don't you fucking dare call me that again.” he growled and I realised that telling him everything this way was a mistake.

What the hell were you up to?

  “O—okay”

  “Why didn't you do anything?” He sobbed. “You just stood there and watched.”

I wanted to refuse: I wanted to tell him that that wasn't what really happened but I was too afraid to speak, too afraid of his reaction. I thought that somehow, after seeing what really happened, he would find a way to understand me; to forgive me but I was totally mistaken: He was furious.

  “All those days I waited for you — I was there thinking that maybe something happened to you.”

  “What?” It was both shocking and surprising to hear that somehow, he even cared for what might happen to me.

He shook his head. “They think you're special, that's for a fact. Otherwise, you wouldn't spend all this time with four ravens and a vampire.” He said. “I was worried for a girl I thought would care to know that some people think about her safety —” he snorted.

  “You're nothing like the person I thought you were.” he raised his hand, stopping me when I started to close the distance between us. “Stay there.” he practically snarled at me and that actually crashed my heart.

“You probably don't know what it's like to loose everything, but I'm pretty sure you can know the rage and agony and how horrible it feels to you loose someone you care for,

“With all the power you have stopped him,” his eyes were closed, barely containing his rage. “All those instructions you receive mean nothing if you couldn't fight, Giles!”

  “You saw what happened,” I reminded him, desperate. “You can't bring him back.”

  “I'm very sorry." He told. “I want my brother back, I won't abandon him like you did while knowing he's alive somewhere." he whirled and strode fast into the woods.

  “No, Duncan, that man is a monster you can't do anything, Duncan!” I started to run following him. “You're just gonna get yourself killed,” I shouted after him. “Duncan, listen to me, please!”

Some roots I hadn't noticed crept on down and tied my feet together, gluing me on the ground. My knees immediately hit the wet soil. I stood up quickly and bent to free myself making my first mistake: a huge mass of mud rolled around my hands and dried, imprisoning both forearms. I bent further, my back unable to support the weight.

  “Duncan!" I yelled, but he was already gone. “Duncan, um—" I was unable to move my hands. I pulled on my legs as hard as I could but nothing happened. The situation was hopeless. I was wheezing and sweating like a pig, thanks for the effort of trying to free myself, my butt was in the air and my back was starting to ache.