Bound To You

Chapter 8 - Sealed.

                                                             CHAPTER 8 - SEALED.

I phased back and forth in the library, in between the shelves at the back of the library; a library Roman had special made for himself when he first moved in here. The big windows revealed the trees outside.

There was a raging storm on its way; the sky finally revealing its fury. Storms had me cringing. The sounds and the sight of what Mother Nature was capable of, was petrifying.

It had been days since I had been to the basement; days where I had pulled every string, I could to find Molly. I even went as far as asking Caleb directly. It was a huge mistake and I blamed myself for it. I shouldn’t have trusted him with my issue.

I thought I could trust him more than I could due to the fact to the connection and emotional pull he had towards me.

I blamed myself for the fact that he did the only thing I feared he would do; he told Roman about my question. Caleb never answered my question so I was back at square one, this time with an angry; dominate man who wouldn’t want me near the guy in the basement.

However, Roman let it slip. He didn’t ask me, nor did he talk to me but I knew he was watching my every move.

That was the way he worked, he observes, takes his aim and fires when his victim least expects it. I was careful. I was walking on my toes all the time.

Every time I entered the long hallway, which lead to the basement where Nathaniel was held captive, I could hear screams. The bloodcurdling feeling came creeping up on me, as I thought about the horrible things Roman was doing to this boy.

I continued my aggressive phasing; the urge to control every single situation of my life became more and more belligerent. I felt like everything I was doing was out of my hands.

I phased back and forth in front of the large bookshelves.

I had read the back of the dusty books several times; Don Quixote, Ulysses, The Great Gatsby and many others. Piles and piles of books who hadn’t been read for years.

I sighed. I felt completely helpless. I ran a hand across my face. The scar on my palm caught my attention. He branded me as his the day we met. I had no doubt that the punishment he was saving for me was big, maybe bigger than I could handle.

As I almost crumpled at the thought at the pain he would give me, my eyes caught the sight of a thin book in between all the other books. This one didn’t have a title. I grazed the back with my fingers. Black leather covered the book. 

The thing that threw me off was that this book wasn’t dusty at all. Why would it be hidden with all the unused books if it were read regularly? I placed the book at a small table and sat down. I flipped it a couple of times but couldn’t find any visible title.

I opened it, only to find something scribbled in Latin.

“Fraternitas  ante omnia. Morituri te salutant*,” I whispered aloud, not knowing if I was pronouncing it right. I furrowed my brows in confusion.

Inside it were sentence after sentence in Latin.

“Fraternitas ante omnia. Morituri te saluant,” I repeated.

I turned the book around to investigate it and opened it again.

“What does this mean?” I asked no one in particular.

“Fra-ter-ni-tas,” I spoke, trying to get a clearer understanding of the words.

“Mo-ri-tu-ri. What is this shit?” I swore.