Valentine Tragedies

08: No Evil Deed

08: No Evil Deed

 

“My parents have spoken to you?” I asked following Dominic into his home. He chuckled.  “Of course. Your parents and I go way back. Around a week ago, I received a message informing me, that you’d be coming here.”

What. The. Fuck?

Dominic led me into a rather large office to which he set me down at a table. Sarah sitting beside me. He set across from us. The three guys from before standing behind him.

“So, Valentine, what brings you to me? Ready to meet your in-laws, I presume?” He joked with a wink. I chuckled lightly before shaking my head.

“Not the case entirely, Mr. Shadows. I actually have a question actually. Are you aware that you have put all of your children in danger? You haven’t put them th-,”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that my dear. I had a couple of strings attached within the Elite Core. All that I’ve done is correct within the Werewolf Code.” He stated matter-of-factly. My mouth formed an ‘O’ shape. I easily let out a sigh of relief.

“Alright then, um. I have one more question. Why did my parents give you my brothers, but not my sister nor myself?” I asked shakily. He turned to the men behind him before giving Sarah a small assuring smile. “Do you mind waiting outside? I’d like to discuss this with Valentine in private.”

Sarah looked to me and I nodded. She stood as the men escorted her out. Dominic stood walking towards an open window. He turned to me with a tight lipped smile.

“Your parents love you, you know that right?” He asked and I chuckled.  I shook my head. “Not sure that I do, Mr. Shadows.” I said bitterly.

He chuckled quietly, strolling over to me sitting on the table.

“Well they do. I-when they asked me to take in their sons, I questioned why they wouldn’t give me you as well. Your parents are smart people. They knew what they were doing and had no reason to explain what they were doing. It was either take it or leave it. I chose to take it, your brothers that is.

You see Valentine, when you were born, there was something different about you. A glow, if I must. Your parents saw that and knew you were special. I-I wish I could explain further, but I have a promise to keep. Just know, everything your parents have done to you was for you. It was and will be to push you to your greatest being.”

My eyes blurred as frustration impaled my stomach. I roughly bit my lip. “I-I I’m just, I just don’t understand…” I whimpered hoarsely. Arms wrapped around me and immediately tears began falling down my face. “I know and I’m sorry.” Dominic whispered kissing the side of my head.

~*~

I stood in the guest bathroom looking at myself in the mirror.

If you looked up the definition of tired in the dictionary, my face would be the illustration beneath it. I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired. I’m sick and tired of being in the dark. As much as I want to quit, I know that it’d be wrong of me to do.