What Love Hasn't Conquered

In the Air Tonight

I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord

And I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Oh Lord

Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh Lord, oh Lord

~Phil Collins

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Grant's POV

I hate her. How could she do this to me. She isn't even my fucking sister but somehow has the audacity to fucking shoot me and then pull the IV out of my arm. Good thing she's an idiot and only pulled out my fluids. The nurse came in all of five minutes later and put the IV back in.

What have I done to deserve such cruelty. I get attacked because she had a deadbeat boyfriend. The time for patience has passed. Now is the time for revenge.

I look over to the swine, tied in the corner of the room. He's waking up from his recent drugging and his incessant grumbling is annoying. I watch as he slowly swings his head from side to side hopelessly trying to shake the drug from his mind.

I'll kill him later. Him and his girlfriend. I walk over to the corner of my garage and grab the shovel hanging on the wall and then place it beside Josh. I then walk into the house and look out the window. The grass in the front yard recently trimmed by my father. He was cutting it before I came home. Excitedly he ran to hug me and lead me inside to my mother.

The two of them so eager and full of happiness they were blind to the obvious. When we sat down in the living room, glasses of lemonade in our hands, I watched as they sipped Xanax and as their eyes grew heavy. My father tried to speak to me but struggled with his speech. As their eyes closed I laughed to myself.

Something new had taken over me. Alina had awaked something inside of me that flourished more and more as time went by. I felt it coursing through my bones now as I watched her boyfriend struggle in his restraints.

I would have loved to see the look on her face when she heard my voice on the phone. To see the fear cloud her eyes and to watch her realize that I'm finally in control. That from now on we play this game my way and that I will win.

Angel's POV

Kate's been pacing the living room all morning and I can't take it anymore. I watch as she stops in front of the coffee table and reads the note again. I know she's read it at least twelve times, but she still can't accept the fact the girls left.

I know she's upset, considering she was reunited with them all of three days ago. Sure, things weren't going great but they were going. Either way, Stephanie and Alina wrote that they would be back in a few days.

Kate continues to pace and I have to stop her, "Kate, babe, come sit down."

She walks over and places herself beside me on the couch. Her eyes are filled with tears and her face shows the ones she shed. I draw her into me and hold her tight as her body shakes. "I don't understand." She sobs into my shoulder. "I thought we were finally going to be a family again and I kno--" Her tears break her words apart.

"I know things didn't start great or end great but I was trying, Angel. I was really trying this time. I wanted to be a part of their lives and I know I can't make up for all the years I've lost with them but I was sure as hell going to do my best for them now." A look of realization crosses her face and I watch with a slight fear.

"What are you thinking, Kate?"

Without answering me she stands and goes into her bedroom. A few seconds later she comes out and looks at me as she ties her hair into a ponytail. Her face is completely clear of any sign that she was crying before. "Let's go."

"And where do you think we're going, Kate?"

"To get my girls back."

"Kate, you don't even know where they are."

"Angel, either you're going to come with me and help me find my daughters or you can get the hell out." She crosses her arms and waits for an answer. I love this woman and if everything wasn't so hectic right now she would be my fiancee.

I grab my jacket from the edge of Kate's couch. "I'm in." She smiles and the whole room lights up. I hope I never lose that light again.

Josh's POV

It's all a blur. The only clear thought I have is of Alina. She's always been the only stability in my life, even when she isn't stable herself.

My body is completely unresponsive right now. I can hear everything around me along with a ghostly feel around my body. It must mean I'm getting back the physical control of myself. Somethings clicks and the drags across the floor before tapping my leg. A moment later I hear a door open and then close again.

The pungent smell of oil and gas seizes my nose and my memory returns like a whisper.

I remember leaving Alina, but not the reason why. Then I remember Grant. That dumb little fucker. I swear he was dead.

I had stopped at a restaurant to grab a bite to eat and the prick had the waitress drug me. I tried to say something to the couple at the next table but I couldn't. I stood up on uneasy legs and tried to get outside. I ran into a few tables before I started feeling light headed. A step away from my dad's car I collapsed.

I remember staring at the tires and willing myself to stand, but with all my might, I couldn't. Someone picked me up and suddenly I smelled pine. I knew then that I was in Grant's car. I tried to fight the sleep but it took over and soon I was its slave.

Now here I am. Slowly trying to awake from my recent drugging and wondering where the love of my life could be. He can kill me and I wouldn't care. I've been waiting to die a long time. If he dares to lay a finger on Alina, I swear to God.

I stop in the middle of my thought as I realize something. I'm moving my pinkie. It's a small movement but it's a movement nonetheless. I'll be out of here soon.

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