Chapter 22
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Alexander's POV.
I brought a tissue to dampen my eyes as I looked at Adriana's grave- Augustus's mother. Today was her twenty-first death anniversary and my heart never failed to break when I brought flowers to her grave. She was the closest thing to my heart after Augustus.
I let my now rough hands touch her gravestone and closed my eyes. It's difficult. It has always been difficult. Losing someone you can never retrieve is the most difficult loss to experience, especially if it was a loved one. I mean, you can lose a person to the darkness of the world. But it beats, losing them to the darkness and ruthlessness of death. Because here, they were unredeemable.
And yes. That was what I made Julius feel. The most painful loss. Everything else would seem trivial and petty to this, this scorching pain.
I took a deep breath and momentarily enjoyed the peace of the quiet surrounding me before my phone buzzed in my jacket's pocket.
It was time to say goodbye again, I realized.
I smiled having faith that she was with me, or at the very least in my heart. That was enough. It had always been enough for twenty-one years. I walked back to my car and returned Philip's missed call. He answered immediately.
He was panting. "Sir-" Breath. "Sir, I think we have a situation."
"A situation?" I repeated, switching on the car's heater and raising my eyebrows. "Enlighten me."
"So -uh- Simon was looking for any information, the other day, on Ricardo so that we could go look for the documents by ourselves rather than depend on the girl. He -uh- found that article," he said and I urged him to continue. "The article said that Ricardo had an accident about six to seven years ago. A-A car accident."
"So? What's the 'situation'? I know about that," I said irritably as I stared at my eyes through the car's rearview mirror.
"Thing is, his daughter was with him," he panted. "Sir, the article said, his daughter didn't live the accident unscathed."
I sat up straighter in my car's seat demanding Philip my undivided attention. "What do you mean?" I said rolling my eyes. "Obviously, she would be unscathed. It was a bloody acc-"
"She lost her sight, sir," he said, interrupting me and I shut up as I stared at the empty street ahead of me that was guarded by unyielding, naked trees in the still air.
That was interesting information.
Philip continued hesitantly. "Sir. Sam, the girl we are after, has absolutely no record of being admitted to a hospital for being blind. She was just never blind."
"What are you saying?" I frowned deeply. "There must be something wrong! Either the article or the damned hospital records!"
There was a considerably long pause, punctuated by Philip's heavy breathing and my whirring thoughts.
"Sir? What did Ricardo do? He was a businessman, right?" Philip asked suddenly, his breaths evening out now.
"Of course not! He was a bloody lawyer!" I scowled angrily. How couldn't they know?
"Well, then you aren't going to like what I have to say-" Philip started as I heard him shuffle through papers in the background. "The Sam we're after, her father, Ricardo Murde, is a famous businessman. He legit shares the same bloody name except for an extra 'e' at the end of Murd. Absolutely insane, sir."
I fell silent.
"What the hell are you saying? That cannot be possible." I sucked in my lower lip in frustration as I resumed to listen to his nonsense.
"Well, it is possible, especially that we've been quite reckless and random about finding Ricardo's daughter. We haven't looked into those -uh- those specificities. It's-"
"Do you call knowing Ricardo's full name and his occupation a bloody 'specificity'?!" I snarled, clutching the car's steering wheel. "That is the most obvious step any person with dung for a brain would do, Philip!"
"Well, in the crowd of what we had to do," he paused to sigh. "-it seems we've missed the simplest thing. Sorry-"
"And you're saying that shamelessly!" I exclaimed sarcastically.
"We just-"
"Goddammit, can't I depend on any of you, fools?" I ranted with exasperation. "You've been wasting time, knobheads. Who knows where those bloody documents are and in whose hands are they between now!"
"Sir-"
"What about the girl?" I said, ignoring him. "Are there any records about her? How is she now? Where would she b-" I asked as I heard Philip shuffle more papers.
"Not anything that we could access-"
"Are you even being serious?" I pressed on each word. "Nothing about her? Hell, what in Merlin's name do we even know?! Just her name? That, by the way, I sincerely hope is right. And that she's bloody blind! Do we even have any solid evidence, dammit?"
"I swear we tried, but everyt-"
But that didn't seem like 'trial' to me. This was a failure to get what I wanted to be done. And I had absolutely no tolerance to as such. So "I'm coming," was all I said before I hung up.
And instead of going back home, I headed to the airport. Things were getting out of hand. And when that happened, I had no other choice but to get involved.
Now, there was no room for a single mistake.
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Julius's POV.
My head was still spinning. Nothing made sense anymore. I was so confused, so detached, so stupid, so sickeningly stupid.
I tapped my feet continuously as I stared at the children running around in the park. I didn't know what to think or where to start thinking. Everything was a blur. If Sam wasn't Ricardo's daughter, who was? Dammit, who was Ricardo?
I shut my eyes and frowned. This was getting messed up faster than I thought was possible. I looked away from the kids and spotted Samantha caning her way into the park. My heart leapt and I was going to approach her, but my fear of harming her tied me back to my bench.
There was just something about her. Something about her face's serenity that made me want to tell her everything. Everything about me. I wanted to tell her that I was a bad person who had no emotion really. But I also wanted to tell her that somethings happen to me when I am with her (even if she doesn't recognize my presence). I wanted to tell her that being with her made me want to do the strangest of things. Listen to her heart sing. Brush her perfectly nail-polished fingers. Touch the tip of her button nose. Touch her hair. Even see her eyes, that were guarded by her sunglasses.
I wanted to tell her that just thinking about conducting such peculiar actions, provoked something in me. Something I reckoned was dead.
I was staring at her when she looked in my direction. My heart stopped momentarily, but then I reminded myself that she was blind and a part of me was thankful for that. Because that meant that I could be with her without harming her.
I watched her hair flutter around her face. I watched her fingers clicking buttons on her mp3 player every once in a while. Watched her cross her legs and uncross them. Watched her pick a fallen leaf from her hair. Watched her clench and un-clench her tiny fists.
Watching her seemed to make me forget about all what mattered. And I allowed it. Hell, I welcomed it. I wanted her to make me forget.
But then she left and all the responsibilities came rushing back in. I remembered and left too.
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When I returned to the hotel, Augustus was still there apparently waiting for me in my room. He was on his phone when I walked in.
"Where's Sam?" was the first I said and he sighed. He had taken off his coat and boots and was sitting on my bed, feet crossed and hands planted next to him on the bed.
"She locked herself in her room. She would never let me in," he said shrugging.
I nodded relieved and sat next to him. He then placed a hand on my shoulder and I looked at him surprisedly. He was smiling and his teary electric-blue eyes were dancing.
"Just give it time, Romeo." He cocked his head. "Sometimes the solution to a problem is simply waiting." He continued wisely, diverting his gaze away.
I took a deep breath and was almost shocked that I didn't want to actually shrug his hand off. I just found it too tiring to constantly push people away. And I actually decided that maybe confiding in someone, I knew was trustworthy, might actually help me. However, there was this part in me reminding me of who I was. And I suddenly felt pathetic.
"Everything will be okay. You're right. It just needs some time." I lied through my teeth. This just wasn't it. I was petrified. I didn't know what to do. I was an utterly screwed, pitiful thing that had managed to endanger people's lives for no reason.
When I snapped out of it, Augustus was intently staring at me. I lifted my eyebrows and he narrowed his eyes. "Are you okay?" He then asked.
Was I?
"Yes. Of course. Why shouldn't I be?" I tilted my head curiously.
"Mate. I might've known you for a little while, but I feel you. You look- I don't know- hurt, to me?" He cringed and my eyes widened a bit.
"But I am not-" I said with fake certainty.
"You can keep denying it, but my instincts were never wrong, my friend. Denying it just means you aren't accepting what happened to you. It means you aren't ready to move on." I swear I had no idea what he was exactly talking about.
"I-"
"You actually think I'm buying all the shit you told me about you just being 'harmed'? I mean, blimey, that person, seemed to have dragged into hell." He then snorted and I almost smiled at his analysis. I found it cynical that he could actually make such assumptions (nearly accurate) with minimum evidence. Could he read people's minds? Or was it a talent practised by people?
I needed to learn how to do that. I'd make sure to ask him one day.
"Is it that obvious?" I winced and he chuckled. I mean, maybe it was all my fault. What if I wasn't effectively masking my emotions? That sheerly translated into disaster.
"Nah. I'm just good at knowing those things." He said and I shook my head. Definitely a talent.
"Then let me tell you that it isn't as bad as it looks." I shrugged it off with a humourless chuckle.
"In other words, you aren't going to tell me what's bothering you," he said waving his hands haphazardly.
"What-" I was shaking my head.
"You can trust me, you know?" He then cut me off with a genuine smile with his blue eyes sparkling under the lights. I was caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. It was almost touching.
"I know-" I smirked.
"Good." He then nodded solemnly, looking in front of him. I narrowed my eyes on him, then sighed.
"I mean it, Augustus. I actually do trust you. I was even just thinking about you." And I was. You read that I was thinking about him being 'trustworthy', didn't you?
"I'm flattered. Really." I chuckled at his response and shook my head, partly hoping that this would end the conversation.
"You can always depend on me, you know that also, right? Right?" But Augustus had to say after a short while of silence.
His need of reassurance that I 'trusted' him rendered me surprised. I never had anyone who cared about my opinion, and it was surely understandable. But maybe, it was because he didn't know about my other side. The side that killed twenty people. Maybe if he knew that he'd be scared.
So I looked at him and smiled genuinely. "I know, Gustus. You should know that too."
He shrugged with a lopsided smile. "Just making sure."
I laughed and decided that I wanted to be nice. "You don't need to make sure. You're like my little brother." I said and actually ruffled his hair with my good hand.
He grinned boyishly. "I never had a brother." He then stated and I smiled.
"Neither did I."
"Now you do." He grinned and I suppressed a chuckle.
"Okay, don't you think it's getting a bit cringy?" I crinkled my forehead.
"Yeah, and it's getting gay too." He pointed out and I chuckled, shaking my head.
"You initiated this," I said and he made a face. "Okay, let's go check on Sam," I then added, cocking my head towards the door.
He just nodded slowly before we both got up and headed to Sam's room. We stood in front of her door before Augustus knocked. Once.
"GO AWAY!" she screeched from inside and Augustus flinched beside me.
I narrowed my eyes at him curiously. "What did you do?" I whispered.
He looked away before a small mischievous smile appeared on his face. "Might as well have- uh- done something 'unforgivable'. According to her." He rolled his eyes and I raised my eyebrows.
"And that was?" I said.
"I-uh- touched her. I just grazed her hand! I swear! I didn't even hold it when she went all bananas on me! I just wanted to comfort her," he said confusedly and I dared smile.
Sam got her 'ways'. Very loving ways indeed.
I then turned to the door and knocked.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" She exploded again.
"Sam it's me. Romeo," I said and then there was silence before the room's door was unlocked. She peeked behind the door to find Augustus and I watching her. I with a serious face and him with a cheeky grin.
She cleared her throat and looked down. "What do you want?" She then said curtly and before I could intervene, Augustus replied.
"What's with that attitude of yours, huh? A girl like you would be swooning by having two guys like us wanting to get into her fucking room." He scowled playfully and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
"Stay out of it, Gust!" She warned, raising her index finger in front of Augustus's face. Augustus's scowl then turned into a smirk.
"Say it again," he said getting closer to her.
"What-" Sam started confusedly, as he caught her tiny index finger in his hand.
"My nickname. You just nicknamed me. Say it again. Sammy." He grinned at her and she was caught off guard for a second before she pulled her finger from his clutch.
She looked away and Augustus burst into laughter. "I win, Sam! I bloody win!"
Sam flushed and cleared her throat. Before letting his 'victory' take any wrong turns, I coughed, making my apparently 'not-so-obvious' presence more obvious.
"Would you let us in, please?" I said seriously and both heads snapped up to me.
Sam then immediately stepped aside and we both got into her room. Her room was too small for both of us, Augustus and I, so we both just stood while she sat on her bed looking up at us. We were much huger than she was.
"Yes?" she said simply.
"We were just gonna check up on your ungrateful arse. And you're okay, therefore I recommend leavin-" Augustus started, but I stopped him from leaving anyway as Sam glared at him.
Those two should get their nonsense together- I thought to myself.
"You're aware that you're still under apparent danger, right?" I said slowly and she looked me in the eyes for a long time before nodding.
"I am."
"I'm here to tell you that -um-" I scratched the back of my head, searching for something to say before I blurted it out. "Look, I apologize for what I've accused you of. You weren't to blame on something like this. I was insensitive and simply-"
"Angry. You were simply angry, Romeo, I get it." She looked away and sighed.
"No, that's beside the point. Thing is, your life became my actual responsibility, and needless to say, it's difficult. And scary." I paused, remembering Audrey. "In fact, I was so scared for you, it angered me. So-"
I was then cut off by Sam's ringing phone, she excused herself and walked to her room's window to talk. It was Ben.
"Who's that Ben?" Augustus asked, looking at Sam as she laughed.
I looked at him surprised by his question. "I don't know. Ask her." I lied. I was simply too lazy to explain Sam's 'relationships'. I could find something better to do.
Sam laughed again and Augustus turned to me urgently. "He seems important to her." He whispered, looking back at her.
"So?" I raised my eyebrows.
"What, so? I wanna know who he is." He insisted and I smirked.
"And why is that? Why do you care, anyway?" I narrowed my eyes at him playfully.
He raised his eyebrows and was about to speak, but then shut up. "Yeah. You're right." He shrugged. "I don't care."
I watched him mutter to himself every time Sam laughed, things like, 'it's not like you care', 'she's a whore anyway', 'totally not bothered', 'I'll break his fucking neck' and 'I still don't care'. When she finally hung up and looked at us, Augustus looked away from her and started whistling. He was obviously, irritably jealous.
"Stop! I hate whistling. I heard it calls the demons." Sam said, but Augustus whistled louder. And I rolled my eyes
Sam huffed and turned to me. "Ben's coming over." She said as Augustus's whistling faltered to a stop as he diverted his gaze back to her.
"Why?" Augustus asked 'casually'.
Sam was about to answer him before she shut her mouth, placed her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow. "None of your beeswax," she said and Augustus crossed his arms over his chest, clenching his jaws.
"You're right, it's not like I give a shit."
"I'll be leaving with him-" Sam continued to talk to me, but Augustus cut her.
"You can't leave, it's dangerous for you. I mean, I don't care, I'm just helping Romeo with his responsibility." He then glanced at me while I nodded, stifling my laughter at their situation.
"I'm utterly flattered, but Ben's a man. He can protect me." She eyed him with a smirk.
Augustus raised his eyebrows. "He doesn't sound like a man to me. I mean -uh- look at his name! What kind of man's name is Ben? Benji? Benjamin?" Augustus said, making faces.
"You haven't even met him!" She frowned.
"Are you defending him?" He widened his eyes and I watched bemusedly. It was amusing getting to watch a live TV show. Except for it wasn't a show.
"What-What's that got to do with anything?" she said as if offended. "You're judging the closest person to me!"
"The what?" Augustus looked like he was just slapped. "And how close is your 'closest person' to you?!" He mimicked her and she just turned to her closet to take out clothes.
I stood in the room's corner a fist held to my mouth. They were funny, little things.
"Hey, Sam!" He walked to her closet.
She turned to him with a grimace. "What?!"
"I'm coming with you," he said and I raised my eyebrows. That was Augustus making a move. Interesting progression. Please, note my sarcasm.
"You will not!"
"I will!"
"Why?!"
"What why? I -uh- I want to see your 'closest person', Sammy. I wanna give him the biggest hug of all time."
"You look like you want to kill him." She rolled her eyes and immediately Augustus turned to me. And the hero approached the audience. Wait, that didn't happen in shows.
"Romeo! Does it look like I want to kill him?!" He looked me in my eyes, pleading, with a red face and with hair covering his left eye.
I shook my head quickly then he turned back to Sam. "See? Even Romeo said I didn't look like I want to kill him." He waved his arms to make a point.
That was true, he didn't look like he wanted to kill him. In fact, he looked like he wanted to rip his limbs, slowly, before burning them and throwing their ashes in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
Sam shut her closet and rolled her eyes. "Okay, whatever Augustus. Whatever!"
Augustus relaxed immediately. "Where are you going anyway?"
"Hospital visit." She sighed.
"Zig?" I spoke for the first time.
"Yes, him," she said and Augustus muttered something.
Zig was actually Augustus's childhood friend. I think you know that.
"Can I tag along too?" I said. "I'll check up on him and remove my cast."
Sam smiled. "Of course you can come!"
"So you only fight with me, huh? 'Of course, you can come!'" He mimicked her words scornfully. Sam ignored him.
I laughed this time. "Okay, please, do collect yourselves and calm down."
"I am calm, I swear," Augustus said, red in the face. "I don't care anyway."
Sam smirked, shrugged and smiled at him. Augustus raised his eyebrows and I think I did too. After that we all dispersed, getting ready for the unexpected hospital 'trip'.
Good God. Amateurs.
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A/N: That was more of a lighthearted chapter especially after the drama in the previous chapter lol XD!
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Alexander's POV.
I brought a tissue to dampen my eyes as I looked at Adriana's grave- Augustus's mother. Today was her twenty-first death anniversary and my heart never failed to break when I brought flowers to her grave. She was the closest thing to my heart after Augustus.
I let my now rough hands touch her gravestone and closed my eyes. It's difficult. It has always been difficult. Losing someone you can never retrieve is the most difficult loss to experience, especially if it was a loved one. I mean, you can lose a person to the darkness of the world. But it beats, losing them to the darkness and ruthlessness of death. Because here, they were unredeemable.
And yes. That was what I made Julius feel. The most painful loss. Everything else would seem trivial and petty to this, this scorching pain.
I took a deep breath and momentarily enjoyed the peace of the quiet surrounding me before my phone buzzed in my jacket's pocket.
It was time to say goodbye again, I realized.
I smiled having faith that she was with me, or at the very least in my heart. That was enough. It had always been enough for twenty-one years. I walked back to my car and returned Philip's missed call. He answered immediately.
He was panting. "Sir-" Breath. "Sir, I think we have a situation."
"A situation?" I repeated, switching on the car's heater and raising my eyebrows. "Enlighten me."
"So -uh- Simon was looking for any information, the other day, on Ricardo so that we could go look for the documents by ourselves rather than depend on the girl. He -uh- found that article," he said and I urged him to continue. "The article said that Ricardo had an accident about six to seven years ago. A-A car accident."
"So? What's the 'situation'? I know about that," I said irritably as I stared at my eyes through the car's rearview mirror.
"Thing is, his daughter was with him," he panted. "Sir, the article said, his daughter didn't live the accident unscathed."
I sat up straighter in my car's seat demanding Philip my undivided attention. "What do you mean?" I said rolling my eyes. "Obviously, she would be unscathed. It was a bloody acc-"
"She lost her sight, sir," he said, interrupting me and I shut up as I stared at the empty street ahead of me that was guarded by unyielding, naked trees in the still air.
That was interesting information.
Philip continued hesitantly. "Sir. Sam, the girl we are after, has absolutely no record of being admitted to a hospital for being blind. She was just never blind."
"What are you saying?" I frowned deeply. "There must be something wrong! Either the article or the damned hospital records!"
There was a considerably long pause, punctuated by Philip's heavy breathing and my whirring thoughts.
"Sir? What did Ricardo do? He was a businessman, right?" Philip asked suddenly, his breaths evening out now.
"Of course not! He was a bloody lawyer!" I scowled angrily. How couldn't they know?
"Well, then you aren't going to like what I have to say-" Philip started as I heard him shuffle through papers in the background. "The Sam we're after, her father, Ricardo Murde, is a famous businessman. He legit shares the same bloody name except for an extra 'e' at the end of Murd. Absolutely insane, sir."
I fell silent.
"What the hell are you saying? That cannot be possible." I sucked in my lower lip in frustration as I resumed to listen to his nonsense.
"Well, it is possible, especially that we've been quite reckless and random about finding Ricardo's daughter. We haven't looked into those -uh- those specificities. It's-"
"Do you call knowing Ricardo's full name and his occupation a bloody 'specificity'?!" I snarled, clutching the car's steering wheel. "That is the most obvious step any person with dung for a brain would do, Philip!"
"Well, in the crowd of what we had to do," he paused to sigh. "-it seems we've missed the simplest thing. Sorry-"
"And you're saying that shamelessly!" I exclaimed sarcastically.
"We just-"
"Goddammit, can't I depend on any of you, fools?" I ranted with exasperation. "You've been wasting time, knobheads. Who knows where those bloody documents are and in whose hands are they between now!"
"Sir-"
"What about the girl?" I said, ignoring him. "Are there any records about her? How is she now? Where would she b-" I asked as I heard Philip shuffle more papers.
"Not anything that we could access-"
"Are you even being serious?" I pressed on each word. "Nothing about her? Hell, what in Merlin's name do we even know?! Just her name? That, by the way, I sincerely hope is right. And that she's bloody blind! Do we even have any solid evidence, dammit?"
"I swear we tried, but everyt-"
But that didn't seem like 'trial' to me. This was a failure to get what I wanted to be done. And I had absolutely no tolerance to as such. So "I'm coming," was all I said before I hung up.
And instead of going back home, I headed to the airport. Things were getting out of hand. And when that happened, I had no other choice but to get involved.
Now, there was no room for a single mistake.
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Julius's POV.
My head was still spinning. Nothing made sense anymore. I was so confused, so detached, so stupid, so sickeningly stupid.
I tapped my feet continuously as I stared at the children running around in the park. I didn't know what to think or where to start thinking. Everything was a blur. If Sam wasn't Ricardo's daughter, who was? Dammit, who was Ricardo?
I shut my eyes and frowned. This was getting messed up faster than I thought was possible. I looked away from the kids and spotted Samantha caning her way into the park. My heart leapt and I was going to approach her, but my fear of harming her tied me back to my bench.
There was just something about her. Something about her face's serenity that made me want to tell her everything. Everything about me. I wanted to tell her that I was a bad person who had no emotion really. But I also wanted to tell her that somethings happen to me when I am with her (even if she doesn't recognize my presence). I wanted to tell her that being with her made me want to do the strangest of things. Listen to her heart sing. Brush her perfectly nail-polished fingers. Touch the tip of her button nose. Touch her hair. Even see her eyes, that were guarded by her sunglasses.
I wanted to tell her that just thinking about conducting such peculiar actions, provoked something in me. Something I reckoned was dead.
I was staring at her when she looked in my direction. My heart stopped momentarily, but then I reminded myself that she was blind and a part of me was thankful for that. Because that meant that I could be with her without harming her.
I watched her hair flutter around her face. I watched her fingers clicking buttons on her mp3 player every once in a while. Watched her cross her legs and uncross them. Watched her pick a fallen leaf from her hair. Watched her clench and un-clench her tiny fists.
Watching her seemed to make me forget about all what mattered. And I allowed it. Hell, I welcomed it. I wanted her to make me forget.
But then she left and all the responsibilities came rushing back in. I remembered and left too.
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When I returned to the hotel, Augustus was still there apparently waiting for me in my room. He was on his phone when I walked in.
"Where's Sam?" was the first I said and he sighed. He had taken off his coat and boots and was sitting on my bed, feet crossed and hands planted next to him on the bed.
"She locked herself in her room. She would never let me in," he said shrugging.
I nodded relieved and sat next to him. He then placed a hand on my shoulder and I looked at him surprisedly. He was smiling and his teary electric-blue eyes were dancing.
"Just give it time, Romeo." He cocked his head. "Sometimes the solution to a problem is simply waiting." He continued wisely, diverting his gaze away.
I took a deep breath and was almost shocked that I didn't want to actually shrug his hand off. I just found it too tiring to constantly push people away. And I actually decided that maybe confiding in someone, I knew was trustworthy, might actually help me. However, there was this part in me reminding me of who I was. And I suddenly felt pathetic.
"Everything will be okay. You're right. It just needs some time." I lied through my teeth. This just wasn't it. I was petrified. I didn't know what to do. I was an utterly screwed, pitiful thing that had managed to endanger people's lives for no reason.
When I snapped out of it, Augustus was intently staring at me. I lifted my eyebrows and he narrowed his eyes. "Are you okay?" He then asked.
Was I?
"Yes. Of course. Why shouldn't I be?" I tilted my head curiously.
"Mate. I might've known you for a little while, but I feel you. You look- I don't know- hurt, to me?" He cringed and my eyes widened a bit.
"But I am not-" I said with fake certainty.
"You can keep denying it, but my instincts were never wrong, my friend. Denying it just means you aren't accepting what happened to you. It means you aren't ready to move on." I swear I had no idea what he was exactly talking about.
"I-"
"You actually think I'm buying all the shit you told me about you just being 'harmed'? I mean, blimey, that person, seemed to have dragged into hell." He then snorted and I almost smiled at his analysis. I found it cynical that he could actually make such assumptions (nearly accurate) with minimum evidence. Could he read people's minds? Or was it a talent practised by people?
I needed to learn how to do that. I'd make sure to ask him one day.
"Is it that obvious?" I winced and he chuckled. I mean, maybe it was all my fault. What if I wasn't effectively masking my emotions? That sheerly translated into disaster.
"Nah. I'm just good at knowing those things." He said and I shook my head. Definitely a talent.
"Then let me tell you that it isn't as bad as it looks." I shrugged it off with a humourless chuckle.
"In other words, you aren't going to tell me what's bothering you," he said waving his hands haphazardly.
"What-" I was shaking my head.
"You can trust me, you know?" He then cut me off with a genuine smile with his blue eyes sparkling under the lights. I was caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. It was almost touching.
"I know-" I smirked.
"Good." He then nodded solemnly, looking in front of him. I narrowed my eyes on him, then sighed.
"I mean it, Augustus. I actually do trust you. I was even just thinking about you." And I was. You read that I was thinking about him being 'trustworthy', didn't you?
"I'm flattered. Really." I chuckled at his response and shook my head, partly hoping that this would end the conversation.
"You can always depend on me, you know that also, right? Right?" But Augustus had to say after a short while of silence.
His need of reassurance that I 'trusted' him rendered me surprised. I never had anyone who cared about my opinion, and it was surely understandable. But maybe, it was because he didn't know about my other side. The side that killed twenty people. Maybe if he knew that he'd be scared.
So I looked at him and smiled genuinely. "I know, Gustus. You should know that too."
He shrugged with a lopsided smile. "Just making sure."
I laughed and decided that I wanted to be nice. "You don't need to make sure. You're like my little brother." I said and actually ruffled his hair with my good hand.
He grinned boyishly. "I never had a brother." He then stated and I smiled.
"Neither did I."
"Now you do." He grinned and I suppressed a chuckle.
"Okay, don't you think it's getting a bit cringy?" I crinkled my forehead.
"Yeah, and it's getting gay too." He pointed out and I chuckled, shaking my head.
"You initiated this," I said and he made a face. "Okay, let's go check on Sam," I then added, cocking my head towards the door.
He just nodded slowly before we both got up and headed to Sam's room. We stood in front of her door before Augustus knocked. Once.
"GO AWAY!" she screeched from inside and Augustus flinched beside me.
I narrowed my eyes at him curiously. "What did you do?" I whispered.
He looked away before a small mischievous smile appeared on his face. "Might as well have- uh- done something 'unforgivable'. According to her." He rolled his eyes and I raised my eyebrows.
"And that was?" I said.
"I-uh- touched her. I just grazed her hand! I swear! I didn't even hold it when she went all bananas on me! I just wanted to comfort her," he said confusedly and I dared smile.
Sam got her 'ways'. Very loving ways indeed.
I then turned to the door and knocked.
"LEAVE ME ALONE!" She exploded again.
"Sam it's me. Romeo," I said and then there was silence before the room's door was unlocked. She peeked behind the door to find Augustus and I watching her. I with a serious face and him with a cheeky grin.
She cleared her throat and looked down. "What do you want?" She then said curtly and before I could intervene, Augustus replied.
"What's with that attitude of yours, huh? A girl like you would be swooning by having two guys like us wanting to get into her fucking room." He scowled playfully and crossed his arms in front of his chest.
"Stay out of it, Gust!" She warned, raising her index finger in front of Augustus's face. Augustus's scowl then turned into a smirk.
"Say it again," he said getting closer to her.
"What-" Sam started confusedly, as he caught her tiny index finger in his hand.
"My nickname. You just nicknamed me. Say it again. Sammy." He grinned at her and she was caught off guard for a second before she pulled her finger from his clutch.
She looked away and Augustus burst into laughter. "I win, Sam! I bloody win!"
Sam flushed and cleared her throat. Before letting his 'victory' take any wrong turns, I coughed, making my apparently 'not-so-obvious' presence more obvious.
"Would you let us in, please?" I said seriously and both heads snapped up to me.
Sam then immediately stepped aside and we both got into her room. Her room was too small for both of us, Augustus and I, so we both just stood while she sat on her bed looking up at us. We were much huger than she was.
"Yes?" she said simply.
"We were just gonna check up on your ungrateful arse. And you're okay, therefore I recommend leavin-" Augustus started, but I stopped him from leaving anyway as Sam glared at him.
Those two should get their nonsense together- I thought to myself.
"You're aware that you're still under apparent danger, right?" I said slowly and she looked me in the eyes for a long time before nodding.
"I am."
"I'm here to tell you that -um-" I scratched the back of my head, searching for something to say before I blurted it out. "Look, I apologize for what I've accused you of. You weren't to blame on something like this. I was insensitive and simply-"
"Angry. You were simply angry, Romeo, I get it." She looked away and sighed.
"No, that's beside the point. Thing is, your life became my actual responsibility, and needless to say, it's difficult. And scary." I paused, remembering Audrey. "In fact, I was so scared for you, it angered me. So-"
I was then cut off by Sam's ringing phone, she excused herself and walked to her room's window to talk. It was Ben.
"Who's that Ben?" Augustus asked, looking at Sam as she laughed.
I looked at him surprised by his question. "I don't know. Ask her." I lied. I was simply too lazy to explain Sam's 'relationships'. I could find something better to do.
Sam laughed again and Augustus turned to me urgently. "He seems important to her." He whispered, looking back at her.
"So?" I raised my eyebrows.
"What, so? I wanna know who he is." He insisted and I smirked.
"And why is that? Why do you care, anyway?" I narrowed my eyes at him playfully.
He raised his eyebrows and was about to speak, but then shut up. "Yeah. You're right." He shrugged. "I don't care."
I watched him mutter to himself every time Sam laughed, things like, 'it's not like you care', 'she's a whore anyway', 'totally not bothered', 'I'll break his fucking neck' and 'I still don't care'. When she finally hung up and looked at us, Augustus looked away from her and started whistling. He was obviously, irritably jealous.
"Stop! I hate whistling. I heard it calls the demons." Sam said, but Augustus whistled louder. And I rolled my eyes
Sam huffed and turned to me. "Ben's coming over." She said as Augustus's whistling faltered to a stop as he diverted his gaze back to her.
"Why?" Augustus asked 'casually'.
Sam was about to answer him before she shut her mouth, placed her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow. "None of your beeswax," she said and Augustus crossed his arms over his chest, clenching his jaws.
"You're right, it's not like I give a shit."
"I'll be leaving with him-" Sam continued to talk to me, but Augustus cut her.
"You can't leave, it's dangerous for you. I mean, I don't care, I'm just helping Romeo with his responsibility." He then glanced at me while I nodded, stifling my laughter at their situation.
"I'm utterly flattered, but Ben's a man. He can protect me." She eyed him with a smirk.
Augustus raised his eyebrows. "He doesn't sound like a man to me. I mean -uh- look at his name! What kind of man's name is Ben? Benji? Benjamin?" Augustus said, making faces.
"You haven't even met him!" She frowned.
"Are you defending him?" He widened his eyes and I watched bemusedly. It was amusing getting to watch a live TV show. Except for it wasn't a show.
"What-What's that got to do with anything?" she said as if offended. "You're judging the closest person to me!"
"The what?" Augustus looked like he was just slapped. "And how close is your 'closest person' to you?!" He mimicked her and she just turned to her closet to take out clothes.
I stood in the room's corner a fist held to my mouth. They were funny, little things.
"Hey, Sam!" He walked to her closet.
She turned to him with a grimace. "What?!"
"I'm coming with you," he said and I raised my eyebrows. That was Augustus making a move. Interesting progression. Please, note my sarcasm.
"You will not!"
"I will!"
"Why?!"
"What why? I -uh- I want to see your 'closest person', Sammy. I wanna give him the biggest hug of all time."
"You look like you want to kill him." She rolled her eyes and immediately Augustus turned to me. And the hero approached the audience. Wait, that didn't happen in shows.
"Romeo! Does it look like I want to kill him?!" He looked me in my eyes, pleading, with a red face and with hair covering his left eye.
I shook my head quickly then he turned back to Sam. "See? Even Romeo said I didn't look like I want to kill him." He waved his arms to make a point.
That was true, he didn't look like he wanted to kill him. In fact, he looked like he wanted to rip his limbs, slowly, before burning them and throwing their ashes in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.
Sam shut her closet and rolled her eyes. "Okay, whatever Augustus. Whatever!"
Augustus relaxed immediately. "Where are you going anyway?"
"Hospital visit." She sighed.
"Zig?" I spoke for the first time.
"Yes, him," she said and Augustus muttered something.
Zig was actually Augustus's childhood friend. I think you know that.
"Can I tag along too?" I said. "I'll check up on him and remove my cast."
Sam smiled. "Of course you can come!"
"So you only fight with me, huh? 'Of course, you can come!'" He mimicked her words scornfully. Sam ignored him.
I laughed this time. "Okay, please, do collect yourselves and calm down."
"I am calm, I swear," Augustus said, red in the face. "I don't care anyway."
Sam smirked, shrugged and smiled at him. Augustus raised his eyebrows and I think I did too. After that we all dispersed, getting ready for the unexpected hospital 'trip'.
Good God. Amateurs.
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A/N: That was more of a lighthearted chapter especially after the drama in the previous chapter lol XD!
***ReassuranceAlexander's POV.I brought a tissue to dampen my eyes as I looked at Adriana's grave- Augustus's mother. Today was her twenty-first death anniversary and my heart never failed to break when I brought flowers to her grave. She was the closest thing to my heart after Augustus.I let my now rough hands touch her gravestone and closed my eyes. It's difficult. It has always been difficult. Losing someone you can never retrieve is the most difficult loss to experience, especially if it was a loved one. I mean, you can lose a person to the darkness of the world. But it beats, losing them to the darkness and ruthlessness of death. Because here, they were unredeemable.And yes. That was what I made Julius feel. The most painful loss. Everything else would seem trivial and petty to this, this scorching pain.I took a deep breath and momentarily enjoyed the peace of the quiet surrounding me before my phone buzzed in my jacket's pocket.It was time to say goodbye again, I realized.I smiled having faith that she was with me, or at the very least in my heart. That was enough. It had always been enough for twenty-one years. I walked back to my car and returned Philip's missed call. He answered immediately.He was panting. "Sir-" Breath. "Sir, I think we have a situation.""A situation?" I repeated, switching on the car's heater and raising my eyebrows. "Enlighten me.""So -uh- Simon was looking for any information, the other day, on Ricardo so that we could go look for the documents by ourselves rather than depend on the girl. He -uh- found that article," he said and I urged him to continue. "The article said that Ricardo had an accident about six to seven years ago. A-A car accident.""So? What's the 'situation'? I know about that," I said irritably as I stared at my eyes through the car's rearview mirror."Thing is, his daughter was with him," he panted. "Sir, the article said, his daughter didn't live the accident unscathed."I sat up straighter in my car's seat demanding Philip my undivided attention. "What do you mean?" I said rolling my eyes. "Obviously, she would be unscathed. It was a bloody acc-""She lost her sight, sir," he said, interrupting me and I shut up as I stared at the empty street ahead of me that was guarded by unyielding, naked trees in the still air.That was interesting information.Philip continued hesitantly. "Sir. Sam, the girl we are after, has absolutely no record of being admitted to a hospital for being blind. She was just never blind.""What are you saying?" I frowned deeply. "There must be something wrong! Either the article or the damned hospital records!"There was a considerably long pause, punctuated by Philip's heavy breathing and my whirring thoughts."Sir? What did Ricardo do? He was a businessman, right?" Philip asked suddenly, his breaths evening out now."Of course not! He was a bloody lawyer!" I scowled angrily. How couldn't they know?"Well, then you aren't going to like what I have to say-" Philip started as I heard him shuffle through papers in the background. "The Sam we're after, her father, Ricardo Murde, is a famous businessman. He legit shares the same bloody name except for an extra 'e' at the end of Murd. Absolutely insane, sir."I fell silent."What the hell are you saying? That cannot be possible." I sucked in my lower lip in frustration as I resumed to listen to his nonsense."Well, it is possible, especially that we've been quite reckless and random about finding Ricardo's daughter. We haven't looked into those -uh- those specificities. It's-""Do you call knowing Ricardo's full name and his occupation a bloody 'specificity'?!" I snarled, clutching the car's steering wheel. "That is the most obvious step any person with dung for a brain would do, Philip!""Well, in the crowd of what we had to do," he paused to sigh. "-it seems we've missed the simplest thing. Sorry-""And you're saying that shamelessly!" I exclaimed sarcastically."We just-""Goddammit, can't I depend on any of you, fools?" I ranted with exasperation. "You've been wasting time, knobheads. Who knows where those bloody documents are and in whose hands are they between now!""Sir-""What about the girl?" I said, ignoring him. "Are there any records about her? How is she now? Where would she b-" I asked as I heard Philip shuffle more papers."Not anything that we could access-""Are you even being serious?" I pressed on each word. "Nothing about her? Hell, what in Merlin's name do we even know?! Just her name? That, by the way, I sincerely hope is right. And that she's bloody blind! Do we even have any solid evidence, dammit?""I swear we tried, but everyt-"But that didn't seem like 'trial' to me. This was a failure to get what I wanted to be done. And I had absolutely no tolerance to as such. So "I'm coming," was all I said before I hung up.And instead of going back home, I headed to the airport. Things were getting out of hand. And when that happened, I had no other choice but to get involved.Now, there was no room for a single mistake.---Julius's POV.My head was still spinning. Nothing made sense anymore. I was so confused, so detached, so stupid, so sickeningly stupid.I tapped my feet continuously as I stared at the children running around in the park. I didn't know what to think or where to start thinking. Everything was a blur. If Sam wasn't Ricardo's daughter, who was? Dammit, who was Ricardo?I shut my eyes and frowned. This was getting messed up faster than I thought was possible. I looked away from the kids and spotted Samantha caning her way into the park. My heart leapt and I was going to approach her, but my fear of harming her tied me back to my bench.There was just something about her. Something about her face's serenity that made me want to tell her everything. Everything about me. I wanted to tell her that I was a bad person who had no emotion really. But I also wanted to tell her that somethings happen to me when I am with her even if she doesn't recognize my presence. I wanted to tell her that being with her made me want to do the strangest of things. Listen to her heart sing. Brush her perfectly nail-polished fingers. Touch the tip of her button nose. Touch her hair. Even see her eyes, that were guarded by her sunglasses.I wanted to tell her that just thinking about conducting such peculiar actions, provoked something in me. Something I reckoned was dead.I was staring at her when she looked in my direction. My heart stopped momentarily, but then I reminded myself that she was blind and a part of me was thankful for that. Because that meant that I could be with her without harming her.I watched her hair flutter around her face. I watched her fingers clicking buttons on her mp3 player every once in a while. Watched her cross her legs and uncross them. Watched her pick a fallen leaf from her hair. Watched her clench and un-clench her tiny fists.Watching her seemed to make me forget about all what mattered. And I allowed it. Hell, I welcomed it. I wanted her to make me forget.But then she left and all the responsibilities came rushing back in. I remembered and left too.---When I returned to the hotel, Augustus was still there apparently waiting for me in my room. He was on his phone when I walked in."Where's Sam?" was the first I said and he sighed. He had taken off his coat and boots and was sitting on my bed, feet crossed and hands planted next to him on the bed."She locked herself in her room. She would never let me in," he said shrugging.I nodded relieved and sat next to him. He then placed a hand on my shoulder and I looked at him surprisedly. He was smiling and his teary electric-blue eyes were dancing."Just give it time, Romeo." He cocked his head. "Sometimes the solution to a problem is simply waiting." He continued wisely, diverting his gaze away.I took a deep breath and was almost shocked that I didn't want to actually shrug his hand off. I just found it too tiring to constantly push people away. And I actually decided that maybe confiding in someone, I knew was trustworthy, might actually help me. However, there was this part in me reminding me of who I was. And I suddenly felt pathetic."Everything will be okay. You're right. It just needs some time." I lied through my teeth. This just wasn't it. I was petrified. I didn't know what to do. I was an utterly screwed, pitiful thing that had managed to endanger people's lives for no reason.When I snapped out of it, Augustus was intently staring at me. I lifted my eyebrows and he narrowed his eyes. "Are you okay?" He then asked.Was I?"Yes. Of course. Why shouldn't I be?" I tilted my head curiously."Mate. I might've known you for a little while, but I feel you. You look- I don't know- hurt, to me?" He cringed and my eyes widened a bit."But I am not-" I said with fake certainty."You can keep denying it, but my instincts were never wrong, my friend. Denying it just means you aren't accepting what happened to you. It means you aren't ready to move on." I swear I had no idea what he was exactly talking about."I-""You actually think I'm buying all the shit you told me about you just being 'harmed'? I mean, blimey, that person, seemed to have dragged into hell." He then snorted and I almost smiled at his analysis. I found it cynical that he could actually make such assumptions nearly accurate with minimum evidence. Could he read people's minds? Or was it a talent practised by people?I needed to learn how to do that. I'd make sure to ask him one day."Is it that obvious?" I winced and he chuckled. I mean, maybe it was all my fault. What if I wasn't effectively masking my emotions? That sheerly translated into disaster."Nah. I'm just good at knowing those things." He said and I shook my head. Definitely a talent."Then let me tell you that it isn't as bad as it looks." I shrugged it off with a humourless chuckle."In other words, you aren't going to tell me what's bothering you," he said waving his hands haphazardly."What-" I was shaking my head."You can trust me, you know?" He then cut me off with a genuine smile with his blue eyes sparkling under the lights. I was caught off guard by the sincerity in his voice. It was almost touching."I know-" I smirked."Good." He then nodded solemnly, looking in front of him. I narrowed my eyes on him, then sighed."I mean it, Augustus. I actually do trust you. I was even just thinking about you." And I was. You read that I was thinking about him being 'trustworthy', didn't you?"I'm flattered. Really." I chuckled at his response and shook my head, partly hoping that this would end the conversation."You can always depend on me, you know that also, right? Right?" But Augustus had to say after a short while of silence.His need of reassurance that I 'trusted' him rendered me surprised. I never had anyone who cared about my opinion, and it was surely understandable. But maybe, it was because he didn't know about my other side. The side that killed twenty people. Maybe if he knew that he'd be scared.So I looked at him and smiled genuinely. "I know, Gustus. You should know that too."He shrugged with a lopsided smile. "Just making sure."I laughed and decided that I wanted to be nice. "You don't need to make sure. You're like my little brother." I said and actually ruffled his hair with my good hand.He grinned boyishly. "I never had a brother." He then stated and I smiled."Neither did I.""Now you do." He grinned and I suppressed a chuckle."Okay, don't you think it's getting a bit cringy?" I crinkled my forehead."Yeah, and it's getting gay too." He pointed out and I chuckled, shaking my head."You initiated this," I said and he made a face. "Okay, let's go check on Sam," I then added, cocking my head towards the door.He just nodded slowly before we both got up and headed to Sam's room. We stood in front of her door before Augustus knocked. Once."GO AWAY!" she screeched from inside and Augustus flinched beside me.I narrowed my eyes at him curiously. "What did you do?" I whispered.He looked away before a small mischievous smile appeared on his face. "Might as well have- uh- done something 'unforgivable'. According to her." He rolled his eyes and I raised my eyebrows."And that was?" I said."I-uh- touched her. I just grazed her hand! I swear! I didn't even hold it when she went all bananas on me! I just wanted to comfort her," he said confusedly and I dared smile.Sam got her 'ways'. Very loving ways indeed.I then turned to the door and knocked."LEAVE ME ALONE!" She exploded again."Sam it's me. Romeo," I said and then there was silence before the room's door was unlocked. She peeked behind the door to find Augustus and I watching her. I with a serious face and him with a cheeky grin.She cleared her throat and looked down. "What do you want?" She then said curtly and before I could intervene, Augustus replied."What's with that attitude of yours, huh? A girl like you would be swooning by having two guys like us wanting to get into her fucking room." He scowled playfully and crossed his arms in front of his chest."Stay out of it, Gust!" She warned, raising her index finger in front of Augustus's face. Augustus's scowl then turned into a smirk."Say it again," he said getting closer to her."What-" Sam started confusedly, as he caught her tiny index finger in his hand."My nickname. You just nicknamed me. Say it again. Sammy." He grinned at her and she was caught off guard for a second before she pulled her finger from his clutch.She looked away and Augustus burst into laughter. "I win, Sam! I bloody win!"Sam flushed and cleared her throat. Before letting his 'victory' take any wrong turns, I coughed, making my apparently 'not-so-obvious' presence more obvious."Would you let us in, please?" I said seriously and both heads snapped up to me.Sam then immediately stepped aside and we both got into her room. Her room was too small for both of us, Augustus and I, so we both just stood while she sat on her bed looking up at us. We were much huger than she was."Yes?" she said simply."We were just gonna check up on your ungrateful arse. And you're okay, therefore I recommend leavin-" Augustus started, but I stopped him from leaving anyway as Sam glared at him.Those two should get their nonsense together- I thought to myself."You're aware that you're still under apparent danger, right?" I said slowly and she looked me in the eyes for a long time before nodding."I am.""I'm here to tell you that -um-" I scratched the back of my head, searching for something to say before I blurted it out. "Look, I apologize for what I've accused you of. You weren't to blame on something like this. I was insensitive and simply-""Angry. You were simply angry, Romeo, I get it." She looked away and sighed."No, that's beside the point. Thing is, your life became my actual responsibility, and needless to say, it's difficult. And scary." I paused, remembering Audrey. "In fact, I was so scared for you, it angered me. So-"I was then cut off by Sam's ringing phone, she excused herself and walked to her room's window to talk. It was Ben."Who's that Ben?" Augustus asked, looking at Sam as she laughed.I looked at him surprised by his question. "I don't know. Ask her." I lied. I was simply too lazy to explain Sam's 'relationships'. I could find something better to do.Sam laughed again and Augustus turned to me urgently. "He seems important to her." He whispered, looking back at her."So?" I raised my eyebrows."What, so? I wanna know who he is." He insisted and I smirked."And why is that? Why do you care, anyway?" I narrowed my eyes at him playfully.He raised his eyebrows and was about to speak, but then shut up. "Yeah. You're right." He shrugged. "I don't care."I watched him mutter to himself every time Sam laughed, things like, 'it's not like you care', 'she's a whore anyway', 'totally not bothered', 'I'll break his fucking neck' and 'I still don't care'. When she finally hung up and looked at us, Augustus looked away from her and started whistling. He was obviously, irritably jealous."Stop! I hate whistling. I heard it calls the demons." Sam said, but Augustus whistled louder. And I rolled my eyesSam huffed and turned to me. "Ben's coming over." She said as Augustus's whistling faltered to a stop as he diverted his gaze back to her."Why?" Augustus asked 'casually'.Sam was about to answer him before she shut her mouth, placed her hands on her hips and raised an eyebrow. "None of your beeswax," she said and Augustus crossed his arms over his chest, clenching his jaws."You're right, it's not like I give a shit.""I'll be leaving with him-" Sam continued to talk to me, but Augustus cut her."You can't leave, it's dangerous for you. I mean, I don't care, I'm just helping Romeo with his responsibility." He then glanced at me while I nodded, stifling my laughter at their situation."I'm utterly flattered, but Ben's a man. He can protect me." She eyed him with a smirk.Augustus raised his eyebrows. "He doesn't sound like a man to me. I mean -uh- look at his name! What kind of man's name is Ben? Benji? Benjamin?" Augustus said, making faces."You haven't even met him!" She frowned."Are you defending him?" He widened his eyes and I watched bemusedly. It was amusing getting to watch a live TV show. Except for it wasn't a show."What-What's that got to do with anything?" she said as if offended. "You're judging the closest person to me!""The what?" Augustus looked like he was just slapped. "And how close is your 'closest person' to you?!" He mimicked her and she just turned to her closet to take out clothes.I stood in the room's corner a fist held to my mouth. They were funny, little things."Hey, Sam!" He walked to her closet.She turned to him with a grimace. "What?!""I'm coming with you," he said and I raised my eyebrows. That was Augustus making a move. Interesting progression. Please, note my sarcasm."You will not!""I will!""Why?!""What why? I -uh- I want to see your 'closest person', Sammy. I wanna give him the biggest hug of all time.""You look like you want to kill him." She rolled her eyes and immediately Augustus turned to me. And the hero approached the audience. Wait, that didn't happen in shows."Romeo! Does it look like I want to kill him?!" He looked me in my eyes, pleading, with a red face and with hair covering his left eye.I shook my head quickly then he turned back to Sam. "See? Even Romeo said I didn't look like I want to kill him." He waved his arms to make a point.That was true, he didn't look like he wanted to kill him. In fact, he looked like he wanted to rip his limbs, slowly, before burning them and throwing their ashes in the middle of the Pacific Ocean.Sam shut her closet and rolled her eyes. "Okay, whatever Augustus. Whatever!"Augustus relaxed immediately. "Where are you going anyway?""Hospital visit." She sighed."Zig?" I spoke for the first time."Yes, him," she said and Augustus muttered something.Zig was actually Augustus's childhood friend. I think you know that."Can I tag along too?" I said. "I'll check up on him and remove my cast."Sam smiled. "Of course you can come!""So you only fight with me, huh? 'Of course, you can come!'" He mimicked her words scornfully. Sam ignored him.I laughed this time. "Okay, please, do collect yourselves and calm down.""I am calm, I swear," Augustus said, red in the face. "I don't care anyway."Sam smirked, shrugged and smiled at him. Augustus raised his eyebrows and I think I did too. After that we all dispersed, getting ready for the unexpected hospital 'trip'.Good God. Amateurs.***A/N: That was more of a lighthearted chapter especially after the drama in the previous chapter lol XD!
