Good Intentions

Ch37: Telling Uncle

Ask and you shall receive. Sometimes. Usually. 

I'm not 100% happy about this. I don't feel like I got his voice right at all. But I wanted to deliver. Let me know what you think<3

North POV

"I want an explanation, and I want it now," Uncle boomed as soon as the door to his office clicked shut. 

Yeah, I bet you do Uncle. You and everyone else. Get the fuck in line, is what I wanted to say. I was way too tired to deal with this shit. Not only had I been up all goddamn night on surveillance with Silas, I had barely slept at all since I was drugged at that fucking party. On the rare occasion that I could get myself to fall asleep, I was jerking awake in no time, searching for Sang in a panic. I was driving myself fucking crazy, and there was nothing I could do about it, not until we found a way to fix this. And I would fix it, even if it fucking killed me.  

I had to remind myself that I was not angry with Uncle. He had every right to be mad after the shit that just went down, and we had a fuck ton of explaining to do. The problem was, we really couldn't explain any of it. Looking over to Luke, I hoped that he had come up with something to get us out of this mess. When his eyes met mine I was disappointed. What the hell are we gonna say, North? Shit. Getting out of a tight spot was what he lived for, but when we needed it most he had nothing. 

"I'm fucking waiting, Lucian!" Uncle snapped. Fuck. He only ever brought out Lucian when he was extremely pissed. Closing his eyes, Luke took a deep breath, and turned to face Uncle. 

"What do you want to know, Uncle?" His voice sounded tired. He had no idea what to say or where to start, so he wasn't even going to try. I wasn't sure this was the best way to do this, but I didn't have any better ideas. Shifting my eyes to Uncle, I watched as he tried to pry the answers out of Luke with his eyes. I almost felt bad for him. This wasn't just on him, but fuck, if I wasn't a little relieved Uncle wasn't looking at me like that.

"I want to know why you told me you were dating Sang if you aren't. I want to know why Sang was here at the crack of dawn yesterday to escape you idiots. I want to know why Erica thought Sang was dating Kota, and her other friends thought she was dating Silas. I want to know why her and Owen looked like they were going to murder each other before he ran out with his tail between his legs. I want to know why she was so upset today, and what the hell that freak out was really about. I want to know why it looks like every single one of you are in love with her. And I want to know why Decan fucking Casper is her new bodyguard!"

Uncle's voice got louder and louder with every question he asked, as he paced back and forth in front of his desk. When he finished yelling, he sat on the edge, crossing his arms over his chest, never taking his glare of Luke. Luke's face had paled to an ashy white, his eyes were wide with surprise, and his back was ramrod straight. He had not expected that many questions. Neither had I. It was like Uncle had been keeping a list, just waiting for the perfect time to fucking pounce. And some of those questions, I didn't even know the answers to. 

"Not necessarily in that order," Uncle added through his gritted teeth. Luke began to gape, not knowing what to say. His eyes shot to mine asking for help, but I wasn't doing and fucking better. A moment or two passed by in silence, both of us trying to figure out what to say, when Uncle had had enough and slammed his hand on the desk. "Start talking!" 

Without really thinking, I stepped forward placing myself between Luke and Uncle. I knew that Uncle would never hurt Luke, but his physical display of anger triggered my instinct to protect. I knew he wasn't like my father, I knew that. But it didn't stop my hackles from raising, or my fists from clenching. Uncle tracked my movements but didn't say anything.