So far, adrenaline buzzed through my veins. The fight or flight response had attacked my system, and I was still heavily feeling it’s effects. I dreaded thinking about what would happen when I returned to normal. My brother had snuck into my room and attempted to kill me. As much as I hated Ambrose, I was still reeling from the events of tonight.
I knew that at any minute the dam would break, without a doubt I would need Nikolai. He was my rock, my constant through this all. But the Varela’s still had no idea that he was still in town, safe to say that they definitely didn’t know that we were still together.
After tonight, I would admit defeat. I couldn’t handle much more, I couldn’t take being away from Nikolai and our home much longer. I missed him too much. But I wouldn’t take this moment away from them, their only son was in the hospital, put there by his sister because he’d threatened to kill her. I would give them time to deal with that first.
Fucked. This was all so completely fucked up.
I tried to relax and reel myself in as it neared eight in the morning. Eventually, a nurse approached us to take us through to a private room where Ambrose laid awake and lucid.
I watched from the doorway as our parents ran to him, hugging him. My heart ached. In a way, I felt like I was intruding on a private family moment - of someone else’s family. I think if he hadn’t just tried to kill me I would have felt sympathetic - guilty for stealing his parents away from him. After all, he’d grown up an only child, he was used to all the love and devotion our parents had to give. And clearly, they were used to only having one child to love.
It was such a shame that once again, I didn’t fit in there. But in another respect, I was at peace with it. Like I’d said the first time I met Rachel and Kaleb, I may have been curious about them, but I wasn’t looking for a family.
I’d found one. Albeit unconventional, but it was mine. I loved the King brothers and they had accepted me. Except Finch, he was a different story, but I had a strong feeling that everything between us would work itself out. After all, he was Nikolai’s brother, and although Nik was still furious with Finch, I knew how much love flowed between the two.
Soon, I would be home...
