In My Hands, Know Suffering

6: Going Deeper Still

Out of the silence in a closed environment one often knew, there would always be certain events that would break the silence. From the unexpected tides, waves of a dispute often disrupts speeches of a static mind, an unholy image to this soul who less understood the consequences.

Castellone blinked, narrowed his gaze, and almost threw the fork across the table. Some people definitely had the nerve to show off affection while in the middle of dinner. They could at least wait until dinner was over and spare his innocent eyes of cupid's longbow.

Kerxis kissed Flarion, passionately. He reached out to touch the back of her head and draw her face even closer. Flarion moved towards him and settled on his lap. She reached out her hands only to get past through Kerxis's bathrobe and touch his skin. She begged more of his gentle touch.

"Come on guys, don't you ever stop?" Castellone exclaimed before standing and stormed off the table, heading for the shower. He couldn't stand that kind of affection being blessed inside their house.

Once inside the concealment of the bathroom, his eyes narrowed at some white blobs on the bathroom floor. He immediately turned the shower on without taking his clothes off just to wash the mess away from his daring sight. He didn't care how in love they were for each other, but by the looks of it, they were happy. If Kerxis was happy, then he was glad for his brother. He just couldn't stand to see that kind of love reflected in front of him.

While the water ran, thoughts on another matter surfaced through. He stared at the wall and wondered what the girl from the library meant when he assumed that she knew what he did. It couldn't be possible that she actually knew how his mind worked. By that, there had to be a boundary and he had to be careful around Abrielle.

The mere thought of it put the slightest twitch on his lips. Something was triggering his insides. A hollow mark he couldn't reach, begging to be pulled off from the darkness. If he can't control his life, then he can at least control how the fate of the people around him would play. He only had to master how it worked.

A part of him wondered and grew terrified of the thought. A part of him knew no restraint. He began to wonder what was the mixture of thoughts and feelings he battled with. From a time ago, he wasn't as unlucky as the recent years in his life. It was only then that something was pulling fortunes from the bank.

When he retired back towards his bedroom, the sound from Kerxis's room was becoming harder to ignore. He knew they were at it again because of how the bedsprings sounded, and of course the subtle moans that often escaped from their little song as they danced with the rhythm.

If he knew better, he guessed they were becoming addicted to each other in more ways than one. They were desecrating the house with their outpouring affection. He cringed at the thought of it. He pushed the thought and sound aside and closed his door before calling it a day.

Much was yet to be considered and done. As the night went further through, on another neighborhood in the suburb region of the city, someone else was being called.

Abrielle was startled awake, and she just stared at the ceiling. Something had shaken her. She saw another image of herself standing by the foot of the bed, but there wasn't anyone there. Her heart began to race. She didn't know what it was, but it gave her a kind of shiver that was ominous. A mountain that failed to bow before the rage of a storm.

"What are you planning?" She whispered in the darkness of the room. She got up and settled on the bed. She stared out the window. The moon glistened through the sheer fabric of the curtain. "I want you to show me."

Whatever voice she heard in her head, she felt the pressure of dying and didn't want that. She hated it. She had to devise a plan of precaution for it. She remembered something from the dream where it appeared like she was watching herself through another body.