To Live Forever

Chapter 38

The Lemar house reminded Noah of bittersweet memories. The marble, white building standing high and proud even with the strain it had to suffer for so many years. Relatable.

He got out of the car, gritting his teeth as his father almost slapped the poor man who didn't come at once to cover him up with an umbrella.

Noah looked on as his father clenched his jaw and raised his hand as if to hit the short male, and Noah instinctively got in front of him, taking the umbrella and shooing away the man.

"I'll do it."

"At least there's some positive things you can do."

Noah swallowed as they went inside the huge marble doors and he looked at the foyer. In a flash, he heard laughing and saw two kids running across the shining floor, screaming as they attempted to touch each other.

"You're it!"

"Yeah, right!"

"Lo~ser!"

"Shut up, Nattie-Fattie!"

"Mom, Noah's calling me fat again!"

"Don't make me come down there, you both!"

Noah blinked as he was shaken out of his small delusion, and now he looked at the slightly dark and empty hall, filled with stoic pictures of his father and Noah's brother, Nicolas. He could see himself in only one frame, the one in the most corner.  An eight year old Noah laughing with his beautiful mother as she kissed his cheek, smiling slightly.

The photo had a fair amount of dust on it and Noah touched his mother's long, blonde hair with his fingers, as if hoping to feel her in the flesh, but all he could feel was prickling dust and the dirt on the photo.

They gathered in the study room of his father, with the tall man standing behind his mahogany desk as he stared at the three men in front of him, as baby Mila was taken by a maid for her nap.

"It has been a...long day." He said at last and Noah felt Mark's breath shudder on the way out.

"And now-"

"I want to move. Somewhere. Abroad." Max suddenly said, his light blond hair bouncing as he jerked his head up.

Noah's father raised his eyebrows as the two Lemar brothers stared at their brother in law, who looked determined.

"I beg your pardon, Mark?" His dad's low voice questioned.

"I-I can't stay here. Especially now that I know his people know who we are."

He jerked his head to Noah who looked down to the wooden floor once again as the attention was given to him.

"I agree wholeheartedly, Mark. It is Noah's fault that we're going through this. But you and Mila are our family, and we will prefer if you stay here."

Noah's vision blurred for the nth time in the last few days and he closed his eyes, a lone tear cascading down his cheek that no one noticed.

He felt his brother look at him with pity and then back at his father.

"Dad, I-"

"If you want to go, then you may, Mark. We can not guarantee your safety because of Noah. Your lives are important. More so now." His father interrupted and said to Mark who nodded, sniffling.

"And as for you...Noah."

Noah looked at his father, making his expression hard and emotionless as he stared at the identical grey orbs.