Frauds

Chapter 21

A whole day had passed before Flynn fully regained consciousness and the first sight he saw was something he definitely wasn't expecting.

In the chair next to the bed in his room laid a sleeping beauty, dark circles embedded into her eyes and 2 exact wrinkled lines on her forehead.

At first, he hadn't noticed it but after looking a little closer, he noticed the slightly purplish tints across her cheek and her arm. He hadn't even realised what he was doing until his hand was carrying itself over her soft skin, tracing the outlines of where the bruises were beginning to form.

The sudden warmth that caressed her face led her to stir, her first sight being the grey blue eyes of the boy she had to save.

Out of instinct, she grabbed Flynn's fist, pushing it away from her. Her reaction brought darker shades of confusion into his eyes as he carried on looking at the bruises that she was holding.

"What happened here, Dawn?" he asked, not really caring about why he was in bed in the first place and why the last thing he could remember was being knocked out by Damon.

"It's nothing." the usually outspoken girl muttered, turning her head timidly, like she herself had done something wrong.

"No, it isn't nothing. What happened? Did someone hit you?"

"You're not going to be impressed when you hear what really happened." she said, her face still turned away from him.

Shuffling to the end of the bed, he put both of his hands on either side of her face, turning her around so that she had no choice but to connect her own brown eyes with his. He wasn't mad that she wasn't telling her but after having spent a week and a bit in basically her company alone, he couldn't help but feel a foreign sense of protectiveness around her.

"It's ok, I might not be able to do much in terms of being able to fight them myself for what they did but I sure as hell can bet that Damon will help me out."

In an instant, she grabbed his hands that were still cupping her face.

"You see, that's the problem. Damon is the reason that you were knocked out in the ring and then you went all ape shit crazy on him. I can't tell you what happened for a reason, that reason being that if you found out, you would eat yourself up." she pleaded, hoping that after that, he'd just drop the case altogether.

"Dawn, it's ok, I won't get mad. I'm vouching for myself when I say that I'm literally the least confrontational person you're ever going to meet."

But instead of explaining what happened like he was expecting, she just shook her head, shaking his bony hands off in the process.

"I'm sorry Flynn."

Her feet rose off from the seat and onto the floor, ready to escape from the room but Flynn knew something was going on with her and he didn't like knowing that whatever was going on was hurting her.

The feeling itself confused him, just because it was such a new feeling, one he had never really felt before. It was even weirder considering that he had only known this girl for a maximum of two weeks.

"Dawn, I'm not letting you leave this room until you tell me why you're so upset and why you look so tired at least. Someone hurt you and you wont even tell me what happened."

"You want to know what happened? Huh? These bruises, do you really want to know where they came from?"

"Yes, that's the whole point in quite literally everything I just said."

"It's because your psycho ass started having a violent seizure in the middle of me making sure that you didn't fucking die. This one here," she shouted, pointing at her cheek, "was from where you had kicked me while I was trying to keep you from shaking right off the bed and this one?" she asked, pointing at the darker one on her arm, "was from where I had tried to give you a sedative so you would calm down. Oh, and don't get me started on how I because so overridden with fear that you might die that I became practically useless and I had to get Ismail to finish off the job that I couldn't. Good enough of an explanation?"

He didn't get mad this time either but instead, he grabbed her hands, slowly rubbing the smallest circles onto them. Tears were threatening to spill out of her eyes as she trembled, the lip quivering as the anger and sadness that she was harbouring gushed out in one massive rant.

Of course, he had no clue what she was talking about but seeing all the raw emotions that she was keeping forced him to keep the questions inside of him.

Dawn knew that she had said something that she couldn't take back now but after finding about about this a few months back, it was alright because she didn't need to know who was involved. But now, Flynn was and even though their relationship hadn't been that long, she had told him more than she had ever told anyone, making him the closest person to her right now.

She had one job, one single job which was to keep Flynn from finding out what had happened but her emotions refused to keep in check. Without knowing it, she'd put him in more danger than she had realised.

Because one thing everybody knows about Flynn is that once he gets an inkling that something is wrong, he's going to do everything in his power to find out what it is and how to right it.

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Stirring to the sight of a dark room left Damon in a bad mood to say the least. The muscles all over his body ached and his throat was screaming for a drop of water.

He knew it couldn't have been too long before small boy Flynn had beaten the living shit out of him. He moved him left arm up, trying to find the light switch. Light flooded the room but darkness still covered his mind. Looking over to his watch, it read 6pm, meaning only a few hours had passed since what had happened at the gym.

Then, he noticed.

He shot his arm up again, moving it around, trying to find out why something didn't feel right.

The pain and discomfort from usually moving his arm even an inch no longer was there.

Taking off the shirt he was wearing, he took laboured steps towards the mirror in the en-suite bathroom.

Either he was dreaming or he had been asleep for a lot longer than he had initially though because not only was there no pain from the bullet wound that he had gotten a week or so before but in its leave, there was only the smallest pin prick of a scar remaining.

"What the fuck."

Forgetting about the aching in his legs, he quickly walked over to his nightstand and picked up his phone, opening it to find that the date was still the same as it was earlier that day: 12th October 2019.

"Stop playing." he muttered to himself as he opened the camera on his phone to look at his shoulder again. And yet still, only the pin prick was there, everything else having disappeared.

He got out of his room, hurrying down the hallway to find Flynn's room.

"You wont guess what I --"

But his words got cut short as he saw the boy, paler than usual still lying unconscious in the bed. This isn't what bought his spirits down though.

What made the jealousy and hurt spark up again was having seen the girl, Dawn, lying in the chair next to his bed, her face full of worry even when she was asleep.

He thought back to only the darkness he had seen when he had woken up and as quickly as he had rushed into the room, he left, leaving Dawn and Flynn next to each other in the process.

Jealousy was something he was used to but this time, after knowing that the two of them were hiding something, he knew he couldn't just sit around and wait for one or the other to blow the fuse.

He was going to have to be the current that blew it.

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a/n: ahhh shit man Damon is not happy.

what do you think he's going to do about it though?

and when in the world is Flynn ever going to get around to fully reading those files and start to piece together what's happening?

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hope you have a good day, lovelies <3

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