What Eyes Can Hear (Nicolas Brown)

•Chapter Twelve•

Nicolas

I sat in the living room, replaying the events of this early morning in my head. I looked over to my room, the door was opened, and Ever was fast asleep in my bed. By the time we got back to the house, she was still screaming and sobbing. I obviously couldn't hear her, but I felt the vibrations of the violent screams of pain come out of her, as well as her hot tears seeping into my shirt.

I had taken her into my room while Worick went to make some phone calls to the Doc and to Monroe. I laid her down and let her sob and scream, rubbing her back, until she lost all of her energy to scream and cry and fell asleep in my bed. I could feel and see the pain she was in. It seemed like every emotion she had buried inside her finally came out. Worick and I still didn't know much about her and her past. I knew she liked to keep things to herself. She seemed like the kind of person who wanted people to know the person in front of them, not the person she was. Fear of judgement? That would be understandable. Isn't everyone like that?

I continued to watch her sleep from the doorway of my bedroom. I was lost in my thoughts till Worick tapped me on the shoulder.

"Monroe said he would get some guys to look into her background. Family, friends, medical records, anything that can help us understand why these guys are after her."  Worick signed to me. I nodded.

He walked around from behind the couch and sat next to me, letting his head fall back over the top of the couch.

"She is going to need a place to stay now." I spoke to Worick as I looked back over to Ever. What was she going to do now? All the things she had were now gone. We knew of no family or friends she had. To be completely fair, she didn't really seem like much of an extrovert. I can understand that. Sometimes it just isn't worth putting your emotions into someone, especially when you don't have luck at keeping people around.

I looked back over to Worick who sat beside me. He was now leaning forward, his forehead resting in the palm of his hand as his elbow balanced itself on his knee.

He took a deep breath, picked up his head, and was about to say something when he stop. I turned around to see Ever standing in the doorway of my bedroom, leaning against the frame. Her face was still very red from her crying, her eyes puffy, and her hair was slightly messing from the fact she had been sleeping. Even though she had the appearance of someone who has been through utter hell, she still looked cute, beautiful even.

"Do you need something?" I asked her. She shook her head no and sat on the other green sofa in the room. I got up from my spot and moved to the other sofa to sit with her. I'm not great at comforting, but I figured I'd try.

I looked up at Worick who both spoke and signed, "Ever, is it okay if we ask you some stuff about your past?" I watched her body tense slightly at his words. She must have not realized her actions because she immediately grabbed my hand once she started to tense. I gave her a slight squeeze with my hand, and I could feel her body start to come to a calm. She took a deep breath, and began to speak.

Ever

"Before, I say anything, I want you to know that I am who I say I am. My name is Ever Castillo. That isn't a lie." I looked at both Worick and Nicolas who nodded their heads and allowed me to continue.

"I was born to a Laruel and Christopher Castillo. My parents were never really well off with money, but we weren't poor either, we were just barely okay. Before I was born, my father developed a gambling problem that he was able to hid until I was two. By the time I was four, my father had no job, no money, and was in a serious amount of debt."

I took another deep breath before continuing my story.

"One night, when my parents were about put me and my brother to bed, when several men came knocking at our door, they were screaming for my dad to come open the door. My mother had my brother and I hide in a closet, as far back into it as we could and told us to not make a sound. I guess she must have known that whatever was about to happen was not going to be good. As soon as she shut the door, my brother covered my mouth with his hand as he held me tight against him. Before we knew it, the door had been broken down. The men were agruing with my dad as mom sobbed. I can't remeber much of what they said, but before I knew it my father and mother had been shot and killed. The men in the house looked throughout the house for anything worth some cash and probably for us but never found us in the closet." I paused for a minute as I remembered the sounds of these men invading our home and destroying everything in their path. I took a deep breath and continued.

"My brother Andrew, once it was safe, grabbed what little he could find for us to use and packed it in some garbage bags and we left our home. We didn't want to go to an orphanage and possibly get spereated, so we lived on the streets."

I took a second as I felt tears coming down my face. I wiped my tears and looked to Worick and Nicolas. Nicolas squeezed my hand.

"Continue when you're ready." Worick said, trying to give me a comforting smile.

I nodded and started to speak again.

"My brother, Andrew, did everything to try and take care of us. Everything. Even got us a little basement apartment. But, his odd jobs, turned into him selling drugs. He joined the Black Spades and started selling drugs and doing anything his boss told him to do for a buck or some heroin. After awhile, he started to come home beaten nearly to death and high out of his mind. Andrew wouldn't tell me what was going on, but I had my ideas. Then, one day, I came home from doing my own odd job, and he and all his stuff was gone. Even the hidden money we had been saving to get a new place, all of it was gone. He didn't leave a note or anything, he was just gone."

I took a second before I said anything else. My own brother, the person who was suppose to take care of me, has placed me in so much danger, but at the same time, has given me a lot. I don't know what I'm feeling. I'm about ready to cry, but I also have this need to scream till my throat is sore. I gripped Nicolas hand tighter and he then pulled me into his side.

I looked up at him and he looked down at me, his eyes locked with mine. A sense of calm and safety over came me, and I was able to let out the last thing I wanted to say.

"I think my brother owes them something, and unfortunately the only thing worth anything to him is me. He's using me as payment."

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I know I'm terrible, I'm so sorry for the late update, but it's here. So Nicolas and Worick know about her past and Andrew and the Black Spades are coming into play. I hope you guys stick around to find out what's gonna happen between Ever and Nico, as well as what will happen to her shitty brother. Lol
Anyway, stay tuned and I'll be back with a new chapter soon.