I heard voices coming from outside the door as I paced the small room. After talking with Mr. Monroe, he agreed to let me see my brother when they found him, but I couldn't go. I thought it was stupid, but he insisted him and his men would take care of it, and that Worick and Nicolas would help him out too.
I really didn't want them to find Andrew without me there. I really felt it was necessary to me that I be there to find him. The one to look him in the eyes ask him all the questions I've had in my head since he left me. But to be completely fair, I wouldn't even know where to look, who to go to. I would have no idea how to find Andrew. I would only be in the way.
I still couldn't completely believe that he was still alive. That he hadn't forgotten about me. Then again, him remembering I existed wasn't necessarily a good thing right now. I still couldn't believe that my life has gone from what I considered the most "normal" part of my life, to chaos in such a small amount of time.
My chest had started to feel heavy, and the room, smaller than it already was. I could feel the pace of my heart beats become faster and faster. 'Am I having an anxiety attack?' I asked myself as my heart continued to pound harder and harder against my chest. Before I could answer my own questions, I started to feel faint and fell to the fall, no longer being able to stand on my own. All of my body just started to feel like dead wait, and my legs could no longer keep me up.
I heard the door open and saw Nicolas come to my side to pick me up.
"What happened?" Worick asked as Nicolas sat me back down on his bed. I took a second to find the strength to speak some kind of words as I looked towards the two men in front of me.
"I'm okay, I just fell. That's all." As much as I wanted them to believe that, they could clearly see that I was dazed and extremely out of breathe.
Nicolas sat down on the bed next to me, which only made my heart beats speed up. I could feel my face get hot even though all of my body felt completely numb.
"Monroe and his guys just left. We discussed how to move forward and pin down every last one of these bastards." I looked to Worick as he finished his statement and nodded.
"We all agreed though that it's best you don't go looking for Andrew. That we will make sure that he's brought back alive so you can speak with him. However, I can't promise that he won't have a few good bruises to display." Worick said with a smirk.
"What happens if you don't find him?" I asked as I started to wonder if his fellow members had already killed him for not delivering what he promised them or if he had fled out of fear of what would happen to him. Either way, if he was dead, there was no point, and if he had left, he could be anywhere by now.
"Then we'll kill all those other bastards and leave him as someone special for me and Nico to find." Worick told me, trying to make me feel better. I wanted to argue that if that was the case, I wanted to help them find him, but figured I should wait and see before jumping the gun.
"You will be safe Ever." Nicolas said to me and I watched his hands as he signed his sentence for me. He turned to look at me sitting next to him on the bed and once again spoke and slowly signed for me. I assumed he was trying to teach me some sign language, a subject I had meant to get on top of to make Nicolas' life easier. It was nice, but what he said to me was even nicer.
"You will always be safe now, forever."
As soon as the words registered in my brain, I could finally start to feel all the feeling in my body come back and face get hotter. We stared at each for a moment, forgetting Worick was even in the room with us. That was until Worick coughed to get my attention, which in turn made Nicolas look at him.
"Um, I have, some special side work to get done, so I'll be gone for a bit. But Nico isn't wrong, we're never gonna let anyone hurt you Ever." He said with a smile as he turned around and walked out the door of the room, closing the door behind him.
I turned to look back at Nicolas who, in turn, moved to face me as well.
"Worick has another job?" I asked, slightly confused as to what Worick meant by that.
"You don't want to know, trust me." Nicolas said to me, again using his hands to sign for me. Whenever he did this, I did my best to remember the movements of his hands, and the words that went with them. I was not very good, but I tried.
"Okay." I said looking down at my hands. After awhile of looking at him, I would grow shy and turn to look at something else. So what he said next made my heart stop and my face become so hot and red that I could feel myself wanting to hide under the bed.
"I mean what I said. I will always keep you safe, always."
I looked back up at him our eyes meeting and my chest feeling tight and my face grower hotter and hotter the longer.
"How do you sign 'always'?"
Nicolas moved his hands as he signed the word for me. As he did I paid attention to every detail of the way he signed the word for me.
"Always."
I looked away from his hands and back into his eyes. For the first time ever, I felt something I had never experienced before. This knot in my heart that he gave me every time he so much as looked at me now made since. So, I moved closer to him, as we continued to look at each other. I gently sat in his lap, his hands holding my hips. Everything in this moment was not of any of my own control. My body had now over powered my brain and I couldn't have been more okay with all of it.
"Thank you." I said to him as I placed both my hands on his cheeks and pressed my lips to his. I could feel him kiss me back and now I knew for a fact what this was. Love.
I love him. I love Nicolas Brown.
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Hayran Kurgu*Slight Editing in Progress/Hiatus* Her parents were killed when she was four, her brother disappeared when she was fourteen, and her guardian passed away when she was eighteen. Ever's life has never been perfect, in fact, life for this twenty-four...