Too Late

Too Late Part 16

A/N: Alright so a lot of planning in the works, I've kinda derailed from my original plans for the story. I know having the guys all over the place can get confusing very quickly. For this chapter I'm trying to show you where people are at and their headspaces. Please enjoy!

Luke hurried over to the screen as Gabriel began to stand.

It was bad.

Nathan wasn't holding back, but it didn't seem like his dad was either. The coffee table was smashed along with a few vases. Nathan was currently on top of his dad punching him while his father kicked at him from underneath.

Gabriel grabbed his phone and red lined Kota. He knew plans had changed from earlier, Kota was supposed to go to the security trailer and look into McCoy's tracker that had gone out. They didn't know where he was, but incase Nathan's dad got out of control he was close enough to help.

"Kota!" Gabriel yelled.

There was silence on the other end. Luke's eyes were glued to the screen.

"Damn it Kota! Fucking answer me!" Mr. Griffin was reaching for a knife.

"Shit", he whipped his body around and found Silas breathing heavily, his eyes and fists clenched shut.

We don't have time for this.

Gabriel grabbed the keys and gave the phone to Luke, "Keep trying Kota, we need to go."

He reached his arms upwards towards Silas cheeks and hit them lightly. "Silas I don't know what happened but Nathan needs us. We have to go, we will get to Sang but she's with the others right? They have her, but Nathan needs us right now!"

After a final slap Silas stepped away and nodded slightly. Gabriel sighed in short relief,

Time to go kick some ass.

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Mr. Blackbourne was already pulling into the hospital when Silas hung up the phone. Well he presumed he hung up, he could have sworn her heard a bang when the call ended. Owen's hands around the well tightened.

I am strong. I am confident. I am the leader. I can do this.
In truth he didn't know how to deal with this. There was no training manual or class he could have taken to prepare for this kind of this. How do you deal with the fact that the girl your're in love with was raped?

I don't even know who did it.

He didn't know if it would be worse to know who hurt her. If it was random or someone like McCoy, in either case it simply meant he failed her. His mind had been swirling with possibilities and suspects. He wanted to cross reference all the school feeds from the past 72 hours but that wasn't necessary. Unless Sang didn't remembered the altercation, there was no need to start a witch hunt. What mattered now was that he was their for her, when she needed him most.

As he reached the doors of the hospital and began climbing upwards in the elevator something began to nag at him, deep in his heart.

Why didn't she tell me?

Of course they all keep secrets but she promised. She promise me that if anything that would endanger her were to happen she would tell me. Did she not feel like she could?

He felt selfish, wondering if he was the problem- like his intimidating statue in their relationship held her back to this extent; or perhaps she felt like she couldn't tell any of them.

Sang's a smart girl, she would have known we'd have found out eventually. Why not come to us with the truth in the first place?

The elevator dinged and quickly he was out of the elevator striding towards their family private room.

What was holding her back?

He turned the final corner and started down the hall as he pondered his thoughts. As soon as he reached the door Sean was opening it for him. But then Owen felt silly for a moment as her eyes connected with his own. His heart dropped as he realized his answer and took in her exposed stomach and thighs.

Trauma, thats what was holding her back.

His breath hitched as the situation hit him at full force as he realize what happened

The fact of the matter was the he was too late, and Owen Blackbourne was never too late. And after taking one look at her, he didn't know if he could ever handle being late again.

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Nathan lunged.

It was like every fiber in his being had been lit on fire in pure rage. He was going to kill him, he didn't see any other way.

His father had to die.

There had been so many times in his life where he'd wanted him dead. So many times Nathan had prayed that he wouldn't come home. That his helicopter would go down and crash or a drunk driver would hit him instead of some innocent person. He knew it was awful to think or to even hope for, that's why he never told anyone about it. His father was anything but an innocent man in his eyes. Years of abuse had hardened Nathan in way he'd like to forget. Sang had brought back a type of kindness he forgot existed in their group. It was something he strived to be, a good and king person.

But at this moment he felt anything but kind and goodness.

His hands were around his dad's throat against the wall,

"You fucking bastard"

His dad continued to grin like an idiot as his eyes locked with his son. He wanted that smile wiped off his face. Nathan smashed his dad's body back against the wall.

"Tell me you didn't"

There was a part of him that wanted to believe he hadn't. That his own father would never really do something like that. But memories of his mother's cries whispered in the back of his mind at the horrible things his father could do.

His dad began to fight back and soon had Nathan thrown across the room and into the coffee table. He looked up as his dad towered over him, making him feel the like the small child he once was.

No, I'm not that little kid anymore.

He could fight back, he had done it before. But this time he didn't want to hold anything back. This time he wanted it finished.

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It was dark, Kota's eyes tried to adjust to the darkness but he knew it was no use. His glasses were gone, his arms bound and tied. Everytime he tried to move he only felt the rope continuing to bite into his skin.

What happened?

"You know it's funny,"

His head snapped upward towards the sound, but still he saw nothing but black.

Breathe. Don't panic.

He took a mental inventory of his body, trying to feel for any serious damages. His head felt like it'd been run over by a truck and his body tingled.

Come on concentrate. It's probably a drug, think.

The voice sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.He took a deep breath, his mind attempting to formulate a plan. First he had to get out of these restraints.

"I never pictured you to be the strong one."

The sound of electricity rang through the air,

No!

He jerked his body away from the noise, but it was useless. His world faded before he could even try to count the pain away.

A/N: Apologies for the wait but having no internet sucks :( I was shocked and happy to come back to all my notifications and I am so thankful to you guys! I will edit this later, but I'm trying to post it encase my Wifi goes out again, we're having some trouble with Spectrum. As always please enjoy and comment what you think!