Broken Chains

Part 32

Chapter 32

"Jess Jessie." Derek whispered gently shaking my shoulder, I sighed reluctant to open my eyes but I had to, as I felt the Porsche was rumbling along slowly down a gravel Driveway that I somehow innately knew led up to the den. I slowly opened my eyes and my vision was instantly swarmed by Derek's beautiful dark brown eyes which were flecked with more than a little gold. He smiled as he saw me "hey baby." He said sweetly.

"We're home" I said my eyes flicking to look out of the window and instantly noticing the foliage sliding above the Porsche.

"yeah." He said gently his arms tightening around me instinctively just a little. I snuggled back into his warm chest feeling a strange conflict at being home as much as I yearned to be home to be with my brothers I was horrified at what was going to happen to my mate. I had been so focused on trying to find him, trying to save him that I hadn't thought far beyond it, I hadn't thought beyond this point because this option was too horrific to even consider. In front of us Dean sighed heavily as he parked his car and patted the steering wheel affectionately as he killed the engine at least some things never change. He twisted around to look at the two of us he opened his mouth as if to say something but ended up closing it without saying anything. His eyes turned a bright shining gold, they were sad too so sad despite how angry he was with Derek he knew what returning home meant for us and he at least was trying to understand how much that was hurting us. Dean Sighed as he didn't know what to say nor did I nor did Derek because there was nothing that could be said, Derek just wrapped his fingers more tightly around mine and pulled me gently out of the Porsche behind him completely ignoring his cuffs. I followed this gentle direction meekly as if walking in a dream or something my body just moved without any true thoughts behind it. I took a deep breath as we slowly walked up the steps towards the entrance hall. The house was deathly silent the only sound my bare feet's gentle pattering as Derek strolled along beside me sedately. I breathed in slowly deeply as I looked across to Darius' study the door was closed but I knew he was in there and he knew I was out here. The fact that he had closed the door and was staying put told me a lot about my father. He had made his choice of course but he didn't like it, it was weighing on his conscience, the thought gave me no comfort. I jumped slightly as I felt Derek lift my fingers to his warm lips and kiss them gently. He seemed completely at ease, he squeezed my fingers just a little more tightly. This was a lovely gesture in spite of the clumsiness of it due to the fact that he was still in handcuffs.

"How can you be so calm?" I whispered Dean looked back over his shoulder at us his eyes sharp but they again softened when he saw my face and he just let us talk.

"Because I'm home and I'm with you. I've lived here my whole life it's where I belong. Where should I feel safe if not here?"

"Somewhere they aren't going to kill you." I said simply, I felt Derek's fingers tighten on mine just a little as we stopped outside the door to Darius' study. He then did something that scared me more than anything else he had done. It scared me more than the girls, the violence, the theft and the murders the fight left him. Every self preservation instinct disappeared and he seemed to just shrink before me as he shrugged helplessly.

"Don't you think I deserve it?" Dean growled in a sort of aguish as he ran his hands through his hair roughly before turning and striding away purposefully,

"No." I snapped instantly that slow smile I knew so well appeared.

"Well you are a little biased baby." He whispered leaning over to kiss me on the cheek. Dean burst back into the entrance hall a bottle of jack Daniels in each hand he took a swig from one bottle and stomped out of the front door clearly leaving us in faith that the both of us would stay put.