I KEPT THE BULLET. I am sure Lucian knows it but he did not confront me so I continued to examine it. The skin of my thumb grazed the cold metal and over the design, tracing along it. This silver was different and by the signature I knew exactly whom it was done by. The way he carved the letter 's' curving the head and tail with his cursive handwriting—it was none other than my father.
I clenched the bullet in my palms, forgetting the sharp needle-like edge and accidentally cutting myself. I gasped and dropped it on the bed. 'Has he manufactured this?' That was the question I was curious about. Father's ability to construct surely continues to grow.
A sharp slimmer bullet will pierce through tough flesh even easier, especially the flesh of a wolves'. I am sure that was his intention. A faster way to get rid of them.
I had to admit, my father is truly a genius, it scares me sometimes. I hate that, I hate that because I feel like there is never a way for me to defeat him, for me to be right for once. No matter what he was always the one in right without a consideration that he could possibly ever be wrong and if he were ever, he would a find a way to convince that he was and always will be right.
There was a knock on the door and before it can open I shoved the bullet under the pillow.
Adam entered and peered at me and the position I was in—on my stomach with my hands just about underneath the pillow—but he did not question me. I fixated myself so that I was seated at the edge of the bed and looked to him, "He is ready," I said myself, instead of waiting for him to tell me. Lucian wants me to join him and joining him means that he would inquire questions. Questions that I would have to answer. This formed ball in my throat but I swallowed it.
'I will not doubt myself.'
I stood as a statue and followed him through the dark the hall.
"Adam," I called as we were walking down the stairs but Adam did not stare a glance toward me, "Adam?" I knew he was hearing my calls but being him stoned self he did not bother giving me any sort of attention.
I picked up my pace and walked beside him, "Adam, why must I go with?"
He stopped, turned his head followed by his eyes and glared, "Because you were instructed to do so. We wish for the same answer trust me."
I did not retort and left silence between us.
We reached the surface or the stairs and there I saw Lucian along with Jason whom he was having a conversation with. Garnet was not in sight and I was thankful. Lucian looked to me as soon as I arrived and something about the way his eyes instantly locks on mind made wonder if it was possible for him to find me through a room filled with countless other persons.
He stood and only broke the eye contact once he turned to Jason. "I ask of you to keep Garnet under sulevilance while I am absent. Do not let me him know where I have gone."
Jason scratched his hair, "I…uh…I'll try." He shrugged and Lucian brows furrowed. He walked to me and grabbed my wrist, pulling me to his side before he nodded at Adam, "Watch him."
"Oh come on, don't order him to watch me. I'm not some troublesome kid, y'know!"
"Expect that is exactly what you are." Adam said harshly but as the two argued, I could've only focused on Lucians tight grip on my slim wrist. He is angry, I was certain of it but is what for this time I do not know. He pushed open the doors and I am greeted with the fresh air. The smell of wet leaves from the morning due, the feel of the soft dirt below my feet and the sun which shone in the sky, its light peeking through the tall trees.
I inhaled and exhaled deep breaths a few several times. It was being outside after about three days which made me realize just how suffocated I was. Trapped. Jason closed the doors behind us and felt Lucian's penetrating gaze to the side of my face as I looked up at the sky.
"Get moving, we have to return before sun down and there is long way ahead on foot."
Right. I am outside now but later I would not be. What he was said was a reminder that I was trapped. That I could eventually have to return inside again. Locked in that room, basically that of a box.
"No." I swallowed, "I will not." I looked to him, his expression turning even more maddened by my disobedience. "I cannot. I will go back there." I slammed my hand into his chest causing him to stumble a bit to which I quickly freed myself and started toward the forest.
I heard cracking on branches behind me, he was lose and his voice echoed through forest when he called. "There no is no way of you possibly escaping this forest Lydia. You have but no clue of where you are." But I continued running despite the fact and he continued follow after me.
"Stop! It will only be futile," Something about his nonestopping demand made me confused as he almost sounded so worried, "you cannot wander through a forest you know about…it is dangerous…"
My ankle tripped over something. The something was a string and I looked up to see what it had triggered. A sharpened log tied into a tree came right at me and I gasped. However I felt Lucian grabbed onto my shoulder, he twisted me so that I against his chest. A hand laid on my waist and the other in my hair, holding my temple against his beating chest. I slowly looked up at him, my brows knitted and mouth still parted from the gasped that left.
I stayed still. I felt as though I couldn't move. Like I shouldn't. It was as though we were embracing each other—His warmth, his grip and eyes that stared into mine remained nuetral as though everything was completely fine but it wasn't. It wasn't because there was a wet hot and sticky feeling on my stomach and I was snapped back to reality I looked down and pulled away from him, screaming.
"Oh no, oh no, no." I clasped my hands over my mouth and went down on my knees. "There's…t-here's…" There was a log pierced through his back and all the way out through his chest at his breast area, blood soaking his grey shirt and dripping into the grass.