Holding What's Mine

My Story

Xavier has finally got of bed and was looking much better than the previous days.

He seemed used to this idea of getting shot so nobody fussed to much.

Although today Dominic showed me around the grounds, the extravagant grounds to say the least it was beautiful.

Walking the halls everyone seemed to be doing there rounds and talks.

Patrick was looking more determined and when passing gave me the eyeballs of 'we need to talk' and to that agreed.

I figure I need to tell Patrick, Doug and Casey because I think they wanted to know about my past.

Shivering, I shake my head trying to forget the horrible things that instantly pop into my mind.

Walking aimlessly chatter is minimal and is kept hushed as I walk by, coming up the door to outside, I pull on the roller door and breathe in the air.

The fresh smell of fresh grass and the various flowers filled my nostril, and heaving in the smell trying to imprint it in my mind I walk wondering the landscape.

Getting my shoes off I feel the grass between my feet and touch the flowers and plants as I walk.

A russel comes from a bush and I freeze.

But when I met with a face with gentle wrinkles and a smile, I breathe again.

"Hello there" The old man stands up giving me a white tooth smile.

"Uh hi? Are you the gardener here?" I shift on both legs, i'm trying to meet new people and be comfortable again.

He tipped his hat off, and his black and pepper hair but brown replied "You could say that, I guess. So I'm betting you are the young lady that everybody is fussing over. Its quite peqular of Xavier I must say but I bet there is a bit of history to it" He smiled.

I like this man and in his trousers and a polo top

he has nice green eyes.

I huffed, I suppose the past events had been a little fuss about me, I hate to worry anyone and I try to help but they seem to think I'm a delicate piece of china. I've spent to long cooped up in doing nothing and here I feel just a tad bit helpless seeing that there was a concern with my relation and the Piper guy. Hell Xavier got shot for goddess sake.

"Hey"

Looking up the man had caught my attention.

"I know that face and I know those eyes when I see it" he rubbed his hands together "Trust me, stop overthinking it"

I sighed and sat on the ground.

The 'gardener' also at on the ground as well next to me.

"My name is Antonio"

I looked at him and gave my hand out "Essie Rose"

Antonio shook my hand and smiled "You know I've seen Xavier and practically all these boys grow up, they have been through quiet a bit. I mean they have killed people, interrogated and most criminal things, to those who deserve it."

I nodded "To those who deserve it?"

Antonio nodded "Yes, like people who have been rapists, major drug lords and kidnappers. But they only punish those who have done great sins that aren't worth the forgivness and repent. The people here have a motto

'Latet in unoquovis angelo et omnis demon angelus daemonium gradientem et qui nolunt se liberi permeant."

I soak it in, the latin pronounced in thick and meaningful "What does it mean"