The Revolution (On Hold)

Chapter 5: Flashback

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The Revolution

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The Revolution

Chapter 5: Just the beginning

Flashback

It's after dark, and I decide to leave the house and go to the bar for a drink or two, and listen to Peter and his band. Miles and Bass accommodate and feed Peter and his band and their families, and every night they play music for a few hours in return.

It's kind of magical; Peter's even teaching me how to play acoustic guitar. It's a nice change from the training Bass and Miles have me doing a few times a week. Apparently they need to keep the combat fresh in my mind. Even though I'm 25 years old my brother Miles treats me like I'm a child. It's beyond frustrating.

Peter's voice is strong and steady; singing a Rascal Flatts classic Prayin' for daylight. His voice is almost mesmerising as I sway in my seat at the bar, closing my eyes as I listen intently. The chatter and clinking glasses are nearly as loud as the music although I'm able to drown out those noises, and focus on the musical instruments and Peter's voice. It's not how it sounds. I don't have a crush on Peter. He is in his 50's with a grey beard that matches his hair. I admire his talent and his kind soul.

He doesn't belong here.

"Dance with me," Bass whispers in my ear and I feel his hand against my lower back. It's comforting and sends the good kind of shivers running up and down my spine. I know Miles will never approve of us being together, and Bass knows that too which is why we haven't been acting on our feelings. It has been nearly impossible during training since Bass always has to take his shirt off. It is beyond distracting. I have no idea how I manage to pay any attention.

"You . . . Dance?" I tease as Bass sits beside me.

"You think I can't dance?"

I shrug, "You don't seem like the dancing type."

"Let me prove you wrong," Bass stands to his feet and extends his hand; his blue eyes practically glowing.

Well it's only dancing . . . That can easily be innocent. I place my glass of scotch on the bench before I stand to my feet and take Bass's hand.

He's quick to lead me to the space between the bar and the tables, and he wraps an arm around my waist before he clutches my hand in the air slightly' leading us on the dance floor. Our bodies have been this close before when sparring and training and just like those times my heart is racing dramatically.

It's been ten years since the blackout, and my feelings have grown deeper with each day that's passed. It started out as a crush, and I thought there was no way Bass was ever going to look at me the same way. He was twelve years older, but he didn't look it. He only looked a few years older than me, but I knew he saw me as his surrogate younger sister- at least at first.

As the years passed I could feel Bass's feelings for me change. The way he looked at me, talked to me and the way his hands lingered on my body during our training and sparring sessions. It took time but it finally happened.

"How am I doing so far?" Bass asks.

"Well your foot work could be better but I'll give you points for trying, and not stepping on my toes," I tease and Bass chuckles; his smile reaching his glowing eyes as our feet continue to move together in sync.