Lab Partner

Chapter Fourteen

~Declan's POV~

I knew this was risky, but the FBI had decided that it was for the best if we had used Ariel as bait to lure my father out. It worked. But now I'm regretting ever making the decision and agreeing to it.

"She's going to be okay, the FBI is watching her as we speak." I looked at my mother and felt instantly sad for her. The bags under her eyes only admitted to me that she wasn't sleeping either. Ever since this nonsense started, ever since he tried to kill her I wasn't able to sleep good.

It wasn't until I met Ariel that everything changed, "Thanks mother." I kept pacing back and forth, trying to make sense that this had to come to an end at one point. I guess that time was now.

One of the men in uniform came to check up on us at the secret place, "We didn't get to go inside."

"What the hell are you talking about? You said this was going to work." I could see the nervousness that he was displaying. Fu-ck, Fu-ck. Ariel is out there with a lunatic. "I'm leaving."

My mother grabbed me by the arm, "You can't. He'll kill you just to get to me."

"He has Ariel. I can't leave her behind. He called for me anyway."

"No, he wants me." My mother stood up from the chair she was sitting at against the table and started to head out the door.

"Madam, I'm sorry, but we cannot put your life in danger."

"Leave her the fu-ck alone, you guys are the ones that screwed up." 

"Declan, don't worry. I can calm him."

"I'm going with you." We both agreed and started to walk the distance to our house.

That house was supposed to be our safe haven in this witness protection program. Of course everything was lie, but it was still a good life. My mother provided me with more that I could ever ask for; I have memories in that house with Ariel.

The path to our house was not too far; I had to run though. Ariel's life was in danger and by the sounds of it I could hear tools in the background rumbling. "Do you think you made the right decision?"

"What do you mean son?"

"In having me with him." I could tell that she didn't like the question, but I had to ask it. "I know you love me, but do you regret ever loving him?"

"Your father was a good man. I knew he was probably going to lose it because of his family history, but I just loved him so much I didn't want to admit it to myself."

"Do you think I'm going to be like him... you said it's in the family history. What's preventing the same thing happening to me?"

"The difference is that you're nothing like him Declan. You were never going to be like him."

"How are you sure? What if I lose my temper, what if I become exactly like him?"

"He's not your real father." What? How could he not be my real father? I grew up with him. He fed me, bathed me, and clothed me. There's no reason why he can't be my father.

"What do you mean..."

She started to walk a little slower, but I urged her to not stop. "You see, I had a best friend back in high school who loved me so much. When I went to college I met your father and we fell in love. When he told me about his family history, I didn't want to risk having a son or daughter with him that could fall in the same footsteps that his own father did." We were already getting to the front of our victorian house, "My best friend Henry and I shared an intimate moment one night. I ended up getting pregnant."