“Did you really have to do that? You’re nothing but trouble, you stupid shit! You needed to let her remember!” says another voice, this time clearer, and I realise that it is Blake who talked.
“It was easier this way! The shaman told us to make her remember when things get out of hand,” the other voice sighs.
I open my eyes slowly and see that, this time, it was Lucas who spoke.
“Hey. How do you feel?” he asks me when he sees my glare.
“As if someone violently shoved the whole past into my mind in just one second,” I say, trying to get up.
I feel Lucas’s hands helping me put a pillow on my back and sit on my butt when I almost get back on the bed because of my dizziness.
“You need to eat something. It will help you easily process what you found out,” Blake tells me.
He gets a plate of food and puts it on my feet, remaining close to me.
The last thoughts are still clinging to me, so I give him a dirty look, and he just raises an eyebrow, wanting to ask me what is wrong. He then realises what is going on in my head, and it clicks for me that it really was a real memory.
Everything is real.
That only makes me madder. He wants to back off, but my fist comes in contact with his nose, making him move a few steps back.
I love the strength from my intense workouts. They help me take out my frustrations effortlessly.
My gaze goes to Lucas when he starts laughing, probably knowing about the situation between Blake and me.
“You are next,” I growl, making him stop laughing.
“I need to go before somebody realises I’m gone,” Blake says, removing the blood from his nose with his shirt and putting on the suit jacket.
He leaves the rest of the food on the bed and nightstand, getting out of the room without saying another word.
Coward. I will talk to him later.
But first, I need to have a serious discussion with another coward.
Chapter 9
Lost souls
TEN YEARS AGO
Inhale. Exhale. Repeat.
Be calm.
You’re doing this for him.
My steps were trying to take me to the grave where Lucas’s parents and sister were to be buried, while my conscience encouraged my feet to keep moving.
However hard it was for me to be in Lucas’s presence, my heart kept telling me to get closer, to hug him, to be there for him. Especially now and from this point forward. I needed to put aside our past differences, because he was just a kid. He wasn’t thinking about his actions. He felt the need to protect me from others by starting fights with them.
Nothing similar happened in the last five years. He has been quiet. Perhaps because I avoided him at all costs. I even heard he found an interesting hobby to pass the time. I haven’t seen it with my own eyes, but I know he was so passionate about hisprojects that he would stay for hours behind the desk in his room working on them.
However much those helped, I hoped they would still keep him company after this misfortune.
Before the incident, he was a normal and happy kid who played football in the backyard with his brothers and father. Yes, I might have been a little spy, but what could I do? I wasn’t capable of staying far from him at all. Usually, when school was over, I would take a small detour to the fence overlooking his backyard. I waited for him to come into my line of sight, stared at him for a couple of minutes, and then left before he saw me or figured out somebody was watching him from the shadows.
Unfortunately, everything stopped for him when his parents and little sister, who was only eight years old, were the victims of a tragic accident. His father lost control of the car they were in and hit a truck coming from the opposite direction. From what I heard, the car exploded, and everyone died instantly. Their bodies were just a couple of bones when the firefighters came to put out the fire.
