CHAOS POV
She was gone, how the fuck could I let this happen? I stare at the empty room, where she had been, Father had trusted me with one thing and I ruined it. I let out a snarl kicking out at the wall. I had convinced Father I could watch over her here by myself, it would be easier to get her pregnant that way. He had conceded, and within a fucking day I had failed, id been careless leaving those damn boot prints in the warehouse like I had, and now that she had been found, it was only a matter of time before they found out about my involvement. I grimace at the thought, it was going to be bloody, but I deserved it for what I had done.
I get back to the dorm and find it eerily empty and silent, where was everyone? I shrug, they must be at Dads, I'd been slipping lately on watching everyone, too busy just watching Scarlett. She hadn't known I was always there, always watching. I would find her again, she couldn't hide from me, no matter how far she ran, I would always find her.
I lay in my bed that night, resigned to the fact my brothers weren't coming back tonight, I close my eyes falling into a fitful sleep haunted by memories.
"Asher! Did you hear we're getting a new neighbor across the street?" Aren, my twin asks bouncing on his feet. I nod Dad had mentioned they had a kid out age, I just hoped he wasn't some kind of freak.
"Why don't you boys go outside and play?" Dad said from the doorway behind us, we nod and scramble away, calling to our other brothers, and soon we are all outside in the front yard throwing a football back and forth.
A while later a moving van pulls up in front of the house across the street, I pause, watching as an elderly looking lady climbs out of the drivers seat. I frown I thought Dad had said there would be a kid. My brothers have noticed the moving van now and are all watching as the elderly lady moves around the truck opening the passenger door, and a moment later a girl about my age appears, her red hair pulled up in a sort of ponytail. She grins when she sees us watching and waves. The women with her leans down and whispers something in her ear. I watch as she nods smiling up at the women before running across the street towards us.
"My names Scarlett, my grandmother and I are moving in today." She grins as us, her green eyes shining.
"Malachi"
"Maverick"
"Aren"
"Asher" we all answer, introducing ourselves. Her grin widens
"How old are you?" I ask she looks as young as my brothers and I
"Six, are you six too?" She asks looking at all of us. I nod, shuffling my feet on the ground in front of me.
"Do you wanna play with us?" Aren asks, tentatively. I groan I don't want to play something stupid and girly, and girls always choose stupid girly things. She somehow talked us into playing Princess, but she made it fun for us, we got to take turns being the bad guy that kidnapped the princess, and when we weren't playing the villain, we where the princes coming to save the beautiful Princess, we played all day, and when her grandmother called her for dinner she begged to stay, of course Dad hadn't minded, and neither had we, after that Dad and Scarlett's grandmother traded off dinner every night, I loved dinner at Scarlett's because her Grandmother always had chocolate chip cookies, and these really yummy peanut butter cookies with a Hershey kiss in the middle.
I wake the next morning feeling groggy, I usually did when I dreamt of Scarlett, and if I was being honest with myself I was doing so more and more lately. I numbly make my way through my morning routine, knowing I need to see Father today, fess up to what had happened, and I could only hope I came out the other side alive.
Three hours later I stand before my Father in his study his glare leveled on me.
"One job" he snarls holding up a finger as if that will emphasize the fact that I did indeed only have one job.
"Find her, and this time bring her to me, I'll deal with you then." He waves his hand dismissing me. "Oh and Asher, if you don't get her pregnant I will, I don't care if she fights you like she fought me, you will get it done." The door slams behind me and I'm left to wonder if I really heard what I did, had he raped her?