Chapter 437: 1-1

Chapter 53.1 - Chelsea POV My heart ached, my chest tightened, and tiny pricks crawled up and down my back, my stomach uneasy, as I came to my own realization of Kieran's abuse. "Do you think this is why he didn't like when his family touched him?" I murmured sitting next to Grant the two of us just waiting and giving Kieran time to get out from his own mind right now. "Chelsea the mind is a very mysterious entity and I can tell you, I hadn't assumed that he was abused by someone he knew personally," Grant explained. His face tight and lines more defined than I had ever seen on him, his mind torn and own heart hurting for this young man in front of us. Leaving the room briefly, I went for my supplies, sketchbook on my lap and pencil in my hand I began drawing from the memory Kieran had, the flash of different white coats, his uncle and others. "Sick bastard," Grant hissed when the image I was drawing formed more and we could actually see the similarities to Kieran himself in the sketch. The same chiseled jaw, the eyes of his father reflected in that of his uncle. Next to me Grant crossed his arms against his chest, his heart racing. Jack can you come alone to Kieran's room? Bring sedatives... just in case, I added in the last minute. "I need to go speak to his parents," I clarified when I stood and waited until Jack was at Kieran's door, "Grant I don't want you to get hurt, if someone needs to approach Kieran, please let it be Jack..." I met his eyes, hoping he understood. Nodding slowly, I sighed in relief, going to Gabriel's office and giving Remy, Logan and he the images I drew, keeping the one of Kieran's uncle in my folder and walking to Carla and Tony's. We had basic information on Jerry Ryan, Tony's brother, microbiologist, but it was only the bare minimum from what I could remember reading. With shaky hands I walked up to the porch knocking, just once and Mrs. Ryan - Carla - was already at the door, her face panicked. "Is something wrong with Kieran?" I blinked, was this just her parental radar asking or... wouldn't come unless something was wrong with him. Listening carefully I couldn't place anyone in the house with her, so I took a second to find the mind of her husband and children. All of them were currently at the hospital visiting with Connor. "I need to speak to you," I started off, clueing Grant in to this conversation, knowing I would need him to discuss this with her. "Kieran - first we need to go inside," she nodded confused but moved away from the door letting me in and leading us to the sofa. Her back stiff and straight, her heart pounding in her chest, louder than anything in the house and for a moment I had to wonder if I would be like this with Ava, with any other children Gabriel and I had together. Would I always be in a sort of panic and believing the worse would always come their way? "First I want to tell you something," she nodded. Is this about Kieran? Is she - are - relax - just relax, her thoughts in a tailspin. "I can read your thoughts," cocking her head to the side she shook it slowly. No one joined her pack, only Marlon, "It's one of my gifts, I can read the mind of everyone, it doesn't matter that you haven't joined my particular pack," so she's - you've heard everything I've said? Pursing my lips, "Okay so... yeah I can hear you, you just thought 'so she's - you've heard everything I've said?' " I confirm. With wide eyes, her mind goes wild once again, her worry for her son mixed in with worry for all the things she has thought about me. "You will not tell anyone that I can read the mind of everyone on the island, not even you mate, your wolf can not tell his or anyone else," she nods woodenly. "I want you to tell me what you know about Tony's brother, Jerry?" blinking, Carla shakes her head looking away, confused. "Uhm... L-Luna this - Kieran is all right?" she asks almost fearful, but in her mind, she can't put anything together. She can't understand why I would be asking about Jerry or what and if this has anything to do with Kieran. "I can read Kieran's mind..." she nods. "I've always been able too, he started speaking with Grant, and for the past month or so, he's been discussing what he went through when he was taken," her heart stops, mouth drops open and nothing, absolutely nothing comes to mind. "Tell me what you know about Jerry," I repeat. Flustered, twisting her hands on her lap, popping a few knuckles, Carla nods before speaking, "Well he's older than Tony, turning seventy-three and he went to school for microbiology, uhm... he is - was - very hush-hush about his work," she gestures with her hands, her eyes wide. As she speaks out loud I concentrate on her thoughts as well, "Uh - I think, I'm not sure but he said once that he was study pure microbiology?" nodding for her to continue. "Well he said he was focusing on three things, Immunology, Virology and Biological Agents," I try to keep my face blank, but the last study throws me, Jerry studies microorganisms that can be turned and used as weapons. My mind immediately going to the foggy, gas like smoke that filled the room when the children were in the video we were able to see. "Did he visit you often?" She nodded, "Well he's family," as though nothing was out of the norm.