Our Saving Grace

Underestimated - Victor

I couldn't sleep. Simply couldn't make my mind turn off. There was too much to do. Too many things to think about. Too many items on my to-do list. And I knew that I needed sleep in order to function properly, only adding to my frustration about the not sleeping situation. One thing was for sure. Laying here going over everything in my brain, wasn't doing me any good. Maybe it was time for me to talk to Sean about getting some medication. Just something that would let me get a few decent hours of sleep a night. 

I got out of bed and pulled on my robe before heading downstairs - we did have a bird staying with us now. That bird was just another thing that I couldn't stop thinking about. She seemed like such an enigma between silk and steel. When I first saw her in that hospital bed, she looked so small and pale from blood loss yet her fiery personality shown strongly through her eyes as she scolded us for trying to dig too far into her history. She seemed so unsure when she first entered our home last night, but had no problem finally giving Gabe the credit that he desperately deserves. 

So far Sang was proving to be a litany of contradictions, and I couldn't tear my mind away from trying to figure her out. 

I was also worried about her. I hadn't told the rest of the guys yet, but we could have a real problem on our hands with Adam. After running a surface level search on the guy and finding out that he was involved with three different young women that, on paper at least, seemed to be the definition of innocent, I decided to take a deeper look. What I had found had turned my stomach. Thank God Sean had gotten a bad vibe off of him from the start and decided to follow his instincts. 

From what I could tell from his internet history, the little I could find about his past relationships, and his credit report, Adam was into some sick shit. He liked playing the long game. Finding innocent and inexperienced women that he could slowly corrupt to the point where they were completely emotionally dependent on him. Then he would dump them and watch the girls self-destruct. I assumed that somewhere along that road he would introduce the women to his BDSM lifestyle, because I could tell from his internet history that he was heavily interested in it. 

Not that I was trying to find a way to get Adam out of the picture because of his sexual preferences, it was more the fact that two of his last 'girlfriends' had to be committed into psychiatric hospitals while a third had successfully committed suicide. This guy was seriously bad news and in my opinion should be arrested. Bottom line was that I didn't want him anywhere near Sang. From what I heard about her panic attacks, she had enough trauma in her past. 

Luckily, Sang didn't seem too interested in engaging with Adam ever since we informed her of his infidelity. But that didn't mean that Adam was giving up that easily. I had been monitoring his text communications (because I am a little embarrassed to admit I couldn't crack the encryption on Sang's phone - Corey really was better at this than me) and Adam hadn't taken the clue that Sang was no longer interested. At least twice a day he would send her messages, clearly assuming that she wasn't responding because she was busy recovering from her 'car accident'. 

I was still thinking on what my next move should be. Should I loop in Mr. Blackbourne and the guys? Should I tell Sang what I found so that she knows how dangerous this guy is? Would it be a completely wrong of me to frame him for some hideous crime and sit back while he gets sent to a prison where he will be torn to shreds by the other inmates? A little back alley vigilante justice that I would have to keep on the down low. The Academy frowned upon such things, which is why I was hesitating telling the rest of my family about this. We were already on shaky ground with the Academy. We couldn't afford another mess right now. And this situation had all of the ingredients to explode. 

I made it down to the kitchen and put the kettle on, deciding that I would try some herbal tea. I was just searching though the fridge for something to eat when the tale-tale sounds of my piano filtered through the air. No one touched my piano. They all knew better. I was a little OCD when it came to my music. That is one reason why I have an entire room with nothing in it but my piano. My prized possession.