Knight in shining armour more like Mafia on tailored suit

Chapter 10

DIANA'S P.O.V

"Patients Diana, patients may be annoying to deal with but with time it will show you your true enemies from those who are truly loyal, because even those close to you can be your enemies."

A phrase my mother would constantly say and I never truly understood it until it was to late. I honestly wished I had taken her advice earlier on and watched those around me, and not only that I wish that I saw the signs before it was to late, before it had killed my mother. Over time I realized that she knew it would come only she hadn't expected me to see it. That night no shock was on her face when the time came only worry that my brother and I would see it. I remember the look on her face knowing the man she loved hadn't listened to her advice and fell victim to those he thought were loyal, but some how still managed to die with a smile one I will never forget.

A smile so genuine, so full of love yet so much pain and sadness. Her tear stained pale checks with her ebony hair like mine in a beautiful mess behind her and those sad almost broken emerald eyes that still held a feeling of love and warmth. A bruise forming on her left check a small bloody cut in the center as her red lips form that of the saddest smile I had ever seen and still held so much promise that I to this day don't understand. Her lips formed the words 'I love you' silently with one last smile before it all vanished. . .

My eyes move away from the window that seemed to trigger one to many memories for my liking only to see that Xavier is directly in front of me leaning on the white marble kitchen counter. His eyes meet mine in a almost scary way knowing that he was looking for something my expression goes blank, completely unreadable. Anger flashes in his eyes not finding what he wanted, not finding anything. I knew for a fact that he had always been able to read people and he was enraged at the fact that he couldn't read me knowing I could easily read his emotions. Releasing a sigh he gets up from leaning on the table crossing his arms over his broad chest. At this point I realised he had taken off his suit jacket and had rolled up his sleeves showing some of his tattoos, his dark hair was messy and he had bags under is eyes. It looked as if he hadn't slept.

"Okay, in order for us to trust you we need you to tell us about your past, and everything because It's left empty on your files." The moment he said 'your past' I feel my body stiffen

I look back up at him, my eyes cold. "It's empty for a reason, and I don't talk about my past." I feel Elana grab my hand and give it a squeeze trying to comfort me.

"Well in order for us to tr-"

"I won't talk about my past that's final" I cut him off my voice threatening and dark.

Elana starts rubbing her thumb on my hand trying to calm me down while the others all look shocked. Once again I look out the window not wishing to look at their shocked faces because of my sudden emotional snap towards Xavier, but I won't apologize. I hear Mrs Night's heels walk on the tiled floors knowing she is making her way over towards me. She comes to a stop right in front of me, not wanting to be rude I look up to her eyes that hold a look of understanding and sadness? It feels as though she can see right through my mask I put up. Suddenly she pulls me into a hug that feels motherly in a way I have missed dearly.

Giving into the urge to hug her back I do just that wrapping my arms around her waist a burring my head in her chest breathing in deeply relishing in the smell of roses. Instantly an image of my mother flashes in my mind. Her dark ebony black hair floating in the wind, her warm emerald eyes that held so much life, her pale skin and rosy checks and a loving smile. I think of her lavender sent that was always there but oh so subtle, I remember her warm hugs she gave before she kissed me goodnight, I remember the gold ruby neckless she always wore and that I now wear. Before I know it a tear slips from my eye and I end up crying for the first time in a long time. I cry for my dead mother and brother, I cry for the innocent people I killed and lastly I cry for myself. For having to become an adult as a mere child of six, for having to kill people while still unable to understand why, for the scars that litter my once smooth skin now ruff and marked forever.