Chapter 85 Is everything okay
Elena's POV
"I wouldn't have kids arguing over irrelevant matters! You both would be doing this according to my plan" he pointed out.
I gulped hard, staring at him in the eyes as I anticipated his suggestion which should be mind-blowing.
The meeting at the bar ended quite late and I drove Ivan home. He was drunk and I couldn't get enough of him except the fact that he fell asleep.
While he slept, I paced outside, to sit on the porch and watch the starry night. It was a long day and one which was disheartening.
The pain of being worked up by the enemy. I promised myself to bring her down. I wouldn't let her succeed in her plan. She thinks she has Ravyen but we have piccolo and his idea was brilliant.
I've always hated her and not only me, but Ivan too. We were just restless. I wish I was around when Ravyen came over to the house to threaten my Ivan. I was sure to shoot him in the skull, I was sure of making him realize his place.
How dare he hurt my Ivan? I was embittered as I had to witness Ivan in pain, trying to digest the beating he received. Not because we didn't retaliate on time makes us weak, we were just keeping put for a bigger plan.
However, my fear was that none of our plans always ended well. Speaking of which, I thought it wise to assassinate kylian myself. That young man was just getting on my nerves and I found myself hating him.
That's because he was related to Arianna and anyone close to her would get crushed too. Argh! The fact that I couldn't wait for the big moment was annoying.
It has to end and this was the chance.
Kylian's POV
She giggled as I reminded her of an encounter when we were kids.
How I would stand before and claim to be protecting her from bullies, even though she was the oldest.
She was quite taller than I was then.
She kept laughing after thinking about those moments. I did that to keep her happy and take her mind off the worries stuck up in her chest. She had recovered and so keeping her company was all that matters.
I had missed this smile of hers dearly.
I didn't know what I would have done if she never got her brains back.
I quickly brought up another fun experience to keep her laughing as I didn't want her to stop.
It was on a rainy day, when I had gotten out to play before the rain began.
The rain was heavy and I couldn't find my way back home. I sought shelter, but there was none close by.
I began walking in the rain, but was shocked all of a sudden as the rain didn't seem to touch me again.
I looked up and saw an umbrella over my head. Mother and Arianna had come to my rescue.
She began laughing at first, but then she suddenly changed her mood.
She definitely remembers mom now. I never meant to make her sad or cry, I just wanted a fun moment between us.
"I'm sorry" I apologized because I felt sorry for hurting her.
"No it's okay, tell me more stories" she insisted.
I smiled and folded my legs on the couch to get warmed up for a long tale.
I reminded her about a Christmas where we had to go separate ways to celebrate with different relatives.
I was mad about the idea and didn't want to go, as I thought she needed me to protect her.
She was going to spend Christmas with a woman that has seven sons and a daughter. Of course it's bad. I know how boys can be.
I've always had the mind set of protecting my sister. She has been my priority and I won't stop either. Knowing that she needs me now than ever before.
I had entered Dad's car boothe immediately after it was concluded that we were going separate ways.
I spent my time there until we arrived at Arianna's destination where I got out and exposed myself.
They couldn't stop me then, because I was out already.
I was excited that I was given the chance to stay with my sister for Christmas. Although, Aunt Debbie's son's did not have the same impression.
Gosh! Spending Christmas at their house was hectic.
I had to monitor the affairs of all the boys and keep an eye on my sister to avoid anyone getting close to her.
And this I did for her, she was still mean to me and claiming that she deserves privacy.
It's been fun as a kid.
I really wish we could return back to those days. I guess kids grow up anyway.
She stood up from the couch suddenly and walked away.
I was concerned for her, for she said nothing.
I wanted to follow her, but I relented.
Perhaps, the memories are making her feel emotional.
Once again I must have tortured her with my words.
I hit my hand up on my head to scold myself for being a bad ass.
She walked into her room and shut her door.
I quickly trailed after her and stopped just by her door.
I placed my ear just by the door to listen for a sound.
She constantly sniffled as though she was sobbing secretly.
I stretched my hand to knock on when I suddenly heard the ring of her phone.
I kept quiet to see if I could hear her conversation on the phone.
However, she said nothing.
It occurred to me then that it was a message and not a call.
I groaned and waited by the door still.
I was going to leave, but then I heard her phone ring again.
Being interested, I still listen for a sound.
"Who are you?" I heard her say.
I was desperate to open the door and go in.
"Is everything okay?" I questioned her.
She nodded forward to assure me that everything was fine.
Although she said she was fine, she seemed to be frightened.
Even though she hid it, I was quite awar
e that she was hiding something.
What is she hiding this time?".