Love Conquers All

Chapter Twelve

Georges POV

My ears are ringing.  Well, I guess that's the worse that could happen when you land on the pavement in the busiest city in the country.

My back flares up in pain and the tips of my fingers go numb, colors dance before my eyes. Wild blues and vivid purples against the grey sky. Dust is flying like a thick smog around the street , cars blare their car horns in protest and people on the street scream.

"That's.... not the worse thing to happen to me..." I groan under my breath as I slowly sit up and put my hands over my ribs, I feel the bones knit together quickly.  The ringing goes away and I hear the worried voices on the phone with 911. Through the dust I see camera flashes and raise a hand to block one before it blinds me.

"What the hell?....." Someone mutters softly and just as quickly as the dust had come its gone. It lays on my skin like a fine second layer. Ew.

I stand to my feet shakily and plant a few steps up the crator I made and catch my breath.  The entire block of the city is silent and everyone frozen, I scan around and lick my lips . I catch a few kids from school and give a nervous smile.

"What the hell are you doing?" Aaron's voice sneers from the building as he slams the door open. I whip around and back up quickly, I study the blade in his hand carefully.  That's new...

"Getting away from you. "My voice is muffled, like I'm screaming through a box.

"Now why would you want to do that to your dear old pops? I raises you George, you can trust me." He gives a soft smile.

The smile he gave me when I was five and just learning how to ride a bike. I had fallen multiple times off the bike and was just about to give up. He kneeled down and gave that soft smiling, you know the one every handsome actor on Hallmark has. The one that said he can trust me, it'd be okay.

My fists dipped down and shoulders sagged. I tilted my head and studied him softly.  My father. The one I always wanted.  Right here in front of me. He helped me through school, he taught me everything I know. He helped me through puberty and the dark times we had together.

He raised me in that small room in our apartment. The walls painted in a soft blue, that matched the sky on the spring days that were perfect, we opened every window we could find in the house and blasted music. Little dinosaurs dancing on the walls over hills, chasing eachother.  The small book shelf on my wall full of old nursery rhyms and our own stories.  Like the ones about a prince and a gaurd.

Where we had the big talk, where I came out. He smiled and just hugged me tightly, fatherly joy and pride in his eyes. He told me he'd always love me. Did he mean it? Or did he just say it for the act?

He needs me and much as I need him. Wether he likes it or not he raised me this time, like we're a normal family. No war, or chains, or sneers, or slaps. No whips. Though I still had the scars. We went to the doctor time and time again trying to figure it out, but no one could come with a reasonable awenser.

I blink and have only a second to step out of the way as the sword swings where I was less then a second ago. I catch my breath and come back to reality.  I take one look at him and bite back tears.  I can't hurt him. I want too. I want to hurt him for all the terrible, horrible, things he did to my family.  How he haunted Thomas and Alex for life.

How he played with John like another one of his toys. He made John think that he actually cared him. He made John think that the king finally had someone to call his own, to love and hold. Maybe John wasn't bad, he just wanted what everyone else wanted and had. Someone to love, and someone to love him. Aaron took those feelings and used them to his advantage.

And Philip. He hurt Philip, he got inside his head and corrupted him from the inside out. How says he still cant hurt Philip like that. He made me take Philip to his suppoused death, only for me to take it into my own hands. I can't let him hurt Philip anymore.

But I can't hurt my father. No matter who he is.

"George!" Philip yells. Hes in a mustang, his dads steaming from behind the wheel and Thomas burning his gaze through the window.  I snap out of it, look at Aaron as he lunges at me again. I turn and beeline it for the car, I ignore the screaming sirens and car doors slamming shut.

Alex slams on the breaks long enough for Philip to pull me through the window before we start racing for an exit out of the city.