Silver

Chapter 24

I was falling. Falling into the past.

"Will it hurt?" My little voice at 5 years of age questions. I look up into my father's light grey eyes for an assurance only he can give.
He takes my small hand in his and sits me down on his knee.
"Only a little honey. Your body has to get used to shifting, before it won't hurt." He must see the panic in my silver eyes because he pulls me closer to his chest and strokes my dark hair.

"Don't worry honey, I'll be right there with you." And I believed his every word, I had nothing to worry a out because he would always be there for me.

Except he wasn't.

I suck in air that my lungs can't hold until I'm choking and my vision swims from unshed tears. I finally tear my eyes from the man I once called father back to Noah.
He looks as shocked as I, but he is the only assurance I can get from this nightmare.
His eyes meet mine and in them I see his confusion, his worry, by I can also see his love for me. And that's all I need to slip from the daze I had been in.

Using my confusion as a motivation I bring my elbow up and around into the younger mans already bleeding face. I hear the crunch of cartilage but I don't stop.
I also swing my leg around and sweep his feet out from under him, causing him to land stomach down on the tacky mountain floor.
I step back as he rolls himself facing upwards, and I'm surprised to see he is barely man. More of a boy really, around the same age as me.
I drop down on him, pinning his knees to his sides with my knees, and drown out the shocked gasp from my rather look a like.
For I cannot believe by man is my father. My father died 11 years ago.

My eyes again start to swim with tears but this time over the loss of my father and now my mother. I have no one except Noah now.
I bring my fist into the mans face, and more blood appears. He thrashes against me but I'm fueled by hurt and anger and even his larger size can't get him away from me.
I swing my fist towards him again when I hear it.
The voice. The voice that used to sing to me as I went to bed. The voice that said my name like it was the only thing that mattered. The voice that only the man who called me his angel, and hugged me when I cried has. The nvoice that belonged to my father.
Only now it is riddled with disbelief and shock.
"Silver?"