Secrets Worth Keeping (Finding my Home #2)- Nikita Parmenter Page 0,147
to soothe the frayed edges of my nerves a small amount.
“Thank you” I whisper and he squeezes me once before kissing me.
We get into bed, Trick not even pretending to go back to his room. Before sleep manages to drag me under, I reply to the multiple text messages from the guys. Each of them making sure I’m ok and Jensen and Cash trying to make me laugh and succeeding. Apparently they found their parents in a compromising position. That actually made me giggle as I imagine their faces when they walked in on Kat, Rich and Marc. I find it even more funny when it turns out that what they walked in on was them dancing. That was it. Fully clothed, dancing, whilst cooking a late dinner.
I giggle and practically throw my phone at Trick who also bursts out laughing as soon as he reads the messages from the both of them.
“How are they going to cope when they see them kiss, or worse?” Trick jokes his eyes widening as he pulls me into his arms and puts something light-hearted on the tv.
“I have no idea but I sincerely hope that we are all present” I smirk.
“Me too Dragonfly” he chuckles.
After that I fell asleep with my head on Trick’s chest, a smile on my lips although my heart still feels heavy.
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My eyes snap open at the sound of flesh hitting flesh. I don’t know where I am and looking around there’s nothing that could even give me the slightest hint. Everything is just pitch black until suddenly Atlas appears in a spotlight arguing into the dark with someone.
“I gave you one fucking job you useless cunt” an unhinged voice grunts in pain and I realise that it wasn’t Atlas who got hit but the other way around.
“I don’t murder innocents” Atlas growls.
“You don’t have a fucking a choice” the voice screams back.
Atlas stands his ground as a hand holding a gun appears in the circle of light, the rest of the person still obscured in the murky depths of the dark.
I scream uselessly, as Atlas just stands there completely unfazed as if he’s been at the end of a gun more times than he can count. I come to the sudden realisation that actually that probably is the case.
“Move, Atlas please, move!!” I scream, “you promised Atty” I sob.
Tears streaming down my face.
My pleas are as useless as my screams as they fall on deaf ears. A cold smile crosses Atlas’s face just as the hand pulls the trigger, the gun goes off with a deafening bang. I watch in slow motion as the bullet travels straight towards the middle of Atlas’s forehead, I force my frozen legs to move but it’s like moving through tar and every step I take towards him seems like I’m just ending up further away. Just before the bullet hits Atlas suddenly turns his head towards me. As our eyes make contact a peaceful smile crosses his features before his eyes fill with panic, he lifts his hand out to me just as the bullet strikes him in his temple and he crumples to the ground with a thud, the light in his blue eyes fading leaving them dull and lifeless.
My heart shatters as I fall to my knees begging him to wake up and unable to get any closer. I stay there for hours my body going numb and my tears finally drying. Feeling numb until an ember of anger ignites. If he had just let us help him, if he had just trusted that we could’ve handled it then this wouldn’t have happened!
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I wake up just as fuming mad as I was in the dream, my blood boiling and my heart aching in my chest. That fucking nightmare was too fucking close to home. My subconscious bought my worst fear to the forefront of my mind and played it out for me. I roll away from Trick trying my hardest not to wake him. I am so mad and downright terrified right now that I don’t want to interact with anyone. My mind plays the moment that the bullet hit and the light died in Atlas’s eyes, over and over again. A torture of my own making and one I can’t seem to shake.
I close my eyes trying to push the irrational anger from my dream away.