Saving Her Boys (Revised)

My Anchor (16)

Chapter Sixteen: My Anchor

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Shadow's POV

I sat alone, looking at the lake. It was quiet. I enjoyed the silence. My mind was racing a mile a minute. I felt so many emotions at once. The one that stood out the most was regret. Angeline didn't deserve the way I treated her. I know if the situation was different, I would probably hate her. But I was not that close to my parents. I spent most of my days with our nanny or a tutor. My father always drilled me when it came to my grades. I had to be the best. I was supposed to be some genius who made tons of money. That was never what I wanted to do with my life. Yes, I had a gift. I was insanely great with numbers. But all my life, I wanted to travel the world. Be free. Not confined to my room with my nose in a textbook. The most time I probably spent with them is when my mother needed help with her homework. They always wanted people to think we were the perfect family. In reality, we weren't. And because of them, I have a shit ton of abandonment issues that Angeline has helped me with.

After the fire, I was stuck with my aunt. I never grieved. Never felt any emotion for what happened. I remember speaking to a bunch of police officers regarding the fire. Asking me if I knew anyone who would want to harm my parents. I was a kid, how was I supposed to know? After a while, I blocked everything out and moved on with my life. That's how I know Angeline didn't deserve it. I didn't even grieve for my parents. I have no right to be upset about this. I understand she was trying to protect me. However, if I had known... I could protect us both. She may be the Alpha. But I'm not useless. Am I so needy and fragile she thought I couldn't handle it?

Without permission or a fuck to give I stormed off. Good thing guards surrounding the area, I was able to have some alone time. I needed time to think and clear my head. A lot has happened in the past few weeks. I can understand why Angeline miscarried. She was holding all of that stress in her, trying to protect me. I mean if this guy killed Scar, could he have done something to cause Angeline to miscarry? Perhaps that's why we have to stay in this high-security mansion.

The thought of heading back and seeing Angeline crossed my mind. But I wasn't ready to face her after I blew up in her face. I can't take her being mad at me. I feel that at any second, she can leave me and my whole world would have been ripped from me. I've already had my family taken away from me. Angeline was all I had left. I doubt she will forgive me. So I guess I'll sit at this lake until I'm forced to go back. I will avoid it for as long as I can.

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It was getting dark, and I was getting hungry. I got up and started walking back to the car I ran to after blowing up at Angeline. I just wanted to get away. Luckily for me, Ruvik was still outside and gave the driver the green light to take me wherever I wanted, with 5 guards to accompany me. I had no idea this lake was here until we passed it. I informed the driver to pull over here.

The men in black followed me back to the car. Once I was inside, they drove me back to the house. It was a short drive. Ruvik didn't live too far from the lake.

We approached the house that was beautifully lit with tons of lights. No one could sneak around this place. I got out of the car and headed inside. My heart was racing, thinking about facing Angeline. When I got inside, Timothy was sprawled on the couch watching TV. He looked up when I walked in. He was hesitant to say anything to me. Great, I'm getting the silent treatment from him too.