We 7 Forever

Chapter 42: Alexei

Above: Alexei 1910-11 In Uniform

Horrible images floated through my head. But somehow they were beautiful at the same time. Statues of angels and demons twisted horrible statues but they were strangely beautiful. Reminiscent of times long since gone. Irina's and the doctor's face drifted in an out of view I could hear cries of pain and agony not realizing they were my own. "Father Grigori!" I hear myself say but it sounds like someone else says it. A boy. A little one. Irina looks down at me grimly. She knows what her husband did as does the rest of the world. If i die it will be on his dead hands but she will feel that guilt forever. I can't do that to her no matter how much i want the pain gone. I can't give in to it. The man who I've been assuming is a doctor is grimly watching us not doing anything. "Do something!" I hear Irina yell before i drift back off into unconsciousness When i wake the pain is gone and Irina is sitting on the side of the bed. The worthless nobody of a doctor is nowhere to be seen. "We have to go." Irina says with tears in her eyes. "Why are you crying?" I ask sympathetically. "I am worried. I don't have my husband to protect me anymore." She says gathering up everything that we had with us. I slowly get up out of the bed my head aching like it's been hit with a club. "I am here. We have to protect one another." I say giving her a small smile. I stand up taking her hand for support, And I am sore all over. I wince but put on a brave face because we have to support one another. No matter what. And then we are going to find my family after I am back in power. We walk slowly down the side of the road looking like soldiers walking out of a battle, Trying to be hidden in the cloak that is the night. We reach the warmth of the truck I get in a curl up in the front seat trying to relieve the soreness. As we ride down the dark road in silence I think about my aunts, Who I were never close too but mama and papa were. I wonder where they are now. Are they alive? Dead? Somewhere in between like me? We drive through the countryside all night having no idea where we're going or where we'll end up. We rumble up to a a rest stop where a man is sleeping on the bench. "What are you doing?" I ask Irina quietly. "What if he needs help?" She says looking out the window at him. I look at her like she's crazy "What if he's a Bolshevik?" I say exasperated. But she ignores me and rolls down the window. "Do you need help sir?" She asks and I look out the window on my side hiding my face and I hear her gasp. I turn my head and see who it is. Felix. Her husband.