SolanaI spent an hour lounging on my back in the living room, before going into the kitchen to heat up the leftover lasagna Helen and Frank had for breakfast. After I'd eaten it, I'd gone up to my old bedroom to sleep, the sinking feeling of hurt and jealousy still curled tight in my stomach. I couldn't wave it off, and it was a miracle when I managed to catch a few hours of sleep. When I woke up later to the heavy sound of terse raindrops beating down the roof, it had subsided a bit. There were voices down in the kitchen arguing and yelling. I sat up, puzzled, wondering who was driving my sister nuts. I glanced at my phone on the nightstand — the time read that it was a little after one o'clock in the morning. The display column on the lock screen showed fourteen missed calls, all from — surprise, surprise — Abel fucking Stravkos.I guess he'd fucked Erin a little too early and had decided to come home only to find me missing. Heartless bastard.I unlocked the phone, and without ev
Abel“You can't force me to go with you. I told you, I'm staying here. Go back to Erin. She needs you more.”I chuckled. “Figured you'd say that. Game on.”“What? Put me down, you freak!” she squealed as I swept her off her feet and heaved her over my shoulder, spanking her ass hard when she kicked her legs wildly and pounded my back with her fists. “I'll scream and wake up the neighbours.”“Feel free to do so.”“That's it, I'm calling the local authorities!” Helen shrieked, running into the kitchen to get her phone.I paid her no mind and moved us out the door into the rain. We were both soaked in no time. “Can't you wait for the rain to stop at least?”“No. You shouldn't have left in the first place.”“Let me down!”I opened the passenger door and dropped her onto the seat, pressing her back down when she attempted to spring out. “I gave you a fucking choice. And just as always, you chose wrong.”I clicked her seatbelt in place and slammed her door shut, keeping it locked until I t
AbelLana lay in my bed, her hair concealing half of her face, the cuts and bruises on her arms, knees and feet bandaged and taken care of. Cozy in my arms, beneath the sheets. She'd stirred up early, but now lay quietly. “Erin is my sister, Abigail's best friend. She's been a close family friend ever since my sister passed.” She had her back to me, so I couldn't see her face. I stroked her upper arm and shoulder gently. “Abigail left her in charge of her little son, Damien. Erin works as a cashier in a big supermarket downtown, but Damien's daycare is closer to her house. When she got there to pick him up yesterday, he was gone. The daycare matron had fucked up, releasing Damien to someone who claimed to be his father.”For a brief moment, Lana didn't move. I thought she'd fallen asleep, and wanted to shake her shoulders when she turned her head to look at me, and shifted herself so she could lie on her back and stare up at the ceiling. I kept my arm over her waist, my hand closed p
Abel“Step back, or you'll lose your job this instant.” I gritted out.He hesitated, and I didn't wait for him to decide. Instead, I turned the handle and pushed the door open to find Andrew, Father, and Andre sitting around the monochrome, rectangular table inside.They all whirled around at the interruption, Father and Andre surprised, Andrew on the other hand was blazing furious.“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” I clapped my hands, narrowing my eyes on Andre, my best friend. The man I trusted out of the three. Never in my whole life could I have envisioned he'd be seated here, dinning and chatting with my enemies.“You bloody motherfucker! I told you no one should be allowed in!” Andrew roared at the guard, rising to his feet.“Sir...I didn't...” the man muttered, but I didn't care about that. Didn't care about him. Instead, when Andrew rounded the table, pulling the sleeves of his red shirt back up his forearms, I pounced on him, grabbing his collar and pushing him back r
SolanaIt was a little past eight when I eventually stirred awake, almost falling face flat from the bed. Luckily, I caught myself up right on time, sucking in a deep breath, my throat parched and painful. Glancing around, from the gold wall clock to the black sheets, I remembered where I was, the events of the previous nights slowly coming back to me. I lay in Abel's bed, his masculine scent still permeating the pillows, sheets and thicker in the air. He'd probably left a few minutes before I woke up. I crawled on my knees to the left side of the bed, my attention drawn to the folded paper on the bedside table, beneath the flourescent lamp.Perhaps something urgent came up. Unfolding it carefully, I glanced through:Good morning, Gorgeous.I hate having to leave you so suddenly, but I need to take care of some important business. I'll be back before noon, I promise. Since I couldn't get a good phone so early, I took Nico's, and I've programmed the number into yours in case you need a
SolanaI was walking so fast now, that too on an unfamiliar path and was not paying attention, so when I tripped over a large tree root and went flying into the air, I shouldn't have been so bothered. But when I landed into a shallow pit, hitting my ankle against a rock, I knew it was over. I was stuck.“Fuck.”I looked back toward the house, but I'd wandered too deep into the woods to see any more than the fanciful chimney tops. I pressed my hands against the soft soil and tried to haul myself up. I held onto the pit's side and tried to claw my way up and out, but my ankle was starting to hum and swell painfully.Panic lodged itself in my throat. “Hello? Can anyone hear me?” I screamed, getting nothing but silence in return.Oh no.There was no way I could get out on my own. Not with my ankle feeling like murder. Pulling out my phone from my pocket, I unwrapped the earbuds and pushed one into my left ear, then tapped the screen, unlocked it, and scrolled down to where Abel had entere
Solana“This is becoming a recurrent event, don't you think?”“What? You always carrying me into the house?”He nodded and grinned, navigating his way carefully through the dense forest paths so as not to hit branches with my hurting ankle. With my arms around his neck, and my face buried in his chest, I felt so much at peace.“Can I ask you a question, Lana?”I raised my eyes, meeting his eyes, reading them. He gave nothing away. “Sure...”“Andrew was at Helen's yesterday, wasn't he? How did I not see him when I came to get you.”I bit my lips, looking away. Fuck. How did he find out? Who could have told him?“It was dark in there, but I'm pretty sure I would've seen him regardless. I mean, he could've been hiding behind the door. If there's one thing Andrew flops at, it's being subtle.”“I wasn't even sure it was really him. I'd woken up from sleep, and overheard them arguing from upstairs, but I never saw his face clearly.”“So I'm right, then? He was there.”“You mean you didn't k
Abel“Excuse me, Doctor Pete. I have to take this important call,” I said, ignoring Lana's glare as I lifted her leg up and placed it carefully on the couch's armrest. She winced, shrugging my hands off. If Doctor Pete noticed the staunch tension between us, he didn't comment, but just nodded.“Take your time, Sir.”I stepped out of the room, Andre's call coming in once again. I took a detour, past the stairs into my private office. “I'm disappointed in you, man. What the hell were you doing back there with Dad and Andrew?” “Calm down. It's not what you think. By the way, you made quite a lovely entrance. I was scared that you would end up beating him so bad, he'll be half-dead when you're through.”“Don't you think he would've deserved that? He kidnapped Damien from his school. This was after he'd gone to confront Erin a couple of times at her workplace on why she keeps Damien away from us. You know the circumstances surrounding Abigail's death, and the reason why Erin is being caut
AbelWe didn't speak for the rest of the drive. There were so many things to say, so many demons to confront, and they hovered right above up, making the air thick with a dense foreboding. Once we reached the mansion, I climbed out of the car, and straightened my shirt, clutching the envelope containing the new contract. It was not necessary getting Father to sign it — his signature mattered less — but for closure to be properly achieved, I had to do it this way.“Ready, sweetheart?”Before I could nod and respond, Lana wound her arm through mine. Since I got shot, we'd gotten much closer to each other. We enjoyed each other's company, craved each other's opinions and bodies, and when she did stuff like this, touching me like this, it made me feel lucky, special. It made my heartbeat quicken, my heart filling with a joy I'd never thought possible.I pulled her back. “You don't have to go in with me. I won't waste any time. Once he signs it, I'm getting right out of there.” I watched h
AbelFulfilling my promise to Lana had got to be the most liberating thing I'd ever done.It took away the guilt I'd felt on that day I saw her for the first time; star-strucked by those bright-eyes that dimmed when her father announced the purpose of our visit with tears in his eyes. It took away the feeling of possessiveness — the need to control her. It took away a lot of things I wasn't proud about, and left me with a warm glow in my chest. What it didn't take away, however, was my ever-increasing love for her.Andre came over to the house the following morning, and handed me the initial contract she and I had signed. I couldn't look at it — I set it aside, and had him draw up a new one. This one wrote off any debt the Williams family owed any Stravkos, real or perceived, and the two families were no longer bound in any way. In any form. I also directed him, to make that part possible to be overturned in the future at any time.I signed it immediately and had a copy sent to Helen
SolanaAbel moved into the guest room downstairs while he recovered. The doctor was against him stressing himself, and climbing stairs would be fatal to his health since he was still very much fragile. I moved into the room with him and slept beside him, taking extreme care not to touch the still tender spot the bullet had ripped into. I knew he still felt pain, but insisted on less and less medication, saying he could wing it. After a day of being home, he could walk to the bathroom and house entrance on his own, although it wore him out.“This is sickening,” he complained a week later after one of his visits to the bathroom. I looked up at him from where I was sitting on the bed. “I hate being weak. That's not the Stravkos way.”He lay back down and I helped him tuck the blanket up to his waist. “Stop whining. You're getting stronger everyday. I can feel it.”“Well I can't feel anything but my weak bones and side. I'm not healing fast enough.”“You are, but you won't notice because
AbelLana walked them out then returned to me shortly. “Frank is mischievous.”“Yes, he is. He's Andrew's son through and through. Which is why I'm staying away from that pea soup. I don't trust that kid.”The room returned to it's revered solitude as our smiles faded. Her eyes glazed over, and I could have felt like I imagined the tears if she hadn't subtly raised a finger to dab them off.“I thought I had lost you too. I couldn't feel your pulse. I couldn't feel you breathe, and you were so still. So calm. The blood was all over...oh God...” she trailed off, her voice breaking, eyes filled with tears.I was so close to crying too. Reaching up to touch her face, although my arm felt sore even with that small, gentle movement, I whispered with a nervous chuckle. “Takes more than one gunshot to kill me off. A Stravkos never dies that easily.”She sniffled, a hint of a smile on her lips. “You have no idea how grateful I am to death for not taking you. You've become my whole world, Abel.
AbelI was dreaming.It was one of those dreams where nothing basically happens. One of those dreams you feel your legs can't touch the ground. You feel as though you're drifting in space, not recalling anything. Not seeing, nor feeling anything but fire in your side.And then you hear voices. They sound so far away, bold, spoken words that sound like the faintest whispers. And then you're falling from space. And then you catch glimpses of the incidents that led to you having that terrible burn in your side.And then you make out one of the voices talking to belong to the only woman you had ever loved.The monitors bleeped like an endless, buzzing swarm of bees. I heard the doctor asking Lana to go home and get some rest, but she was adamant. I heard her refer to me as stubborn, and it made me smile all the time. Whenever I managed to drift back to consciousness, she was there, sitting by my side and holding my hand. Sometimes she cried, and I knew it wasn't tears of sadness. At first
SolanaWhen we arrived at the hospital, he was taken straight to the emergency unit. Andre screamed orders that they should commence surgery immediately. It was the same ward Wyatt had been into.Life truly does come full circle, doesn't it?Only this time, the doctors wouldn't even look at us. Hospital policy instructed that they only provided information about a patient to his immediate family. Helen and I weren't.“Fucking distasteful! I just want to know if he's going to live! Don't you understand?”“Ma'am,” the doctor said, exhaling calmly. “Please calm down. This is not my doing. It's just how things work over here.”“Lana,” a deep voice called behind us. I turned to see Andre striding into the waiting room, his face cleaned of blood, although his shirt was still coated in deep crimson. He placed a hand on my shoulder and squeezed gently. I relaxed.“They've begun operating. There's no news if he'll make it or not for the moment.” He turned to the doctor. “Please add Lana Willia
Solana“Abel, no!”I surged forward, almost knocking Helen to the floor and sank down on my knees beside his limp body. Tears welled up as I held his face with one hand and pressed my other hand to his side that was gushing out so much blood, I felt it'd never stop. Without thinking, I slammed my lips against him. I kissed him madly. Uncontrollably, again and again. When I tried to push his hair back from his forehead, I left blood in it's place. His blood. There was so much of it, more than I'd ever seen in my entire life. Too much.“Please don't die. Stay with me, please. Please, Abel.”It was then I realized I didn't make him promise to live. I thought he was invincible. That he could never die. That he'd always be alive, and would always be by my side. He'd made me three promises — selfish promises — and he'd never promised me that he wouldn't die.I'd never asked him to promise that. God, all these while... I didn't think he could ever be defeated. I thought Death held no candle
Abel“Andrew, give me the gun,” I said, shadowing him as he moved around the table, advancing to where Father stood, but it was like I was talking to a rock. He couldn't hear or see me. Couldn't hear or see anything but Father.“You're such a tyrant. Everything always has to go your way, and now that I'm older, I realize how stupid I've been, letting you dictate my life. I was too much of a wimp to let you know that we loved each other and she was carrying my baby. Mine, you dirty old man.”“Andrew,” I said, more firmly this time. “Hand me the damn gun. Now. Don't do something you'll regret later.”Father was unperturbed by the pistol, dragging his eyes from him to Helen for a few minutes. I couldn't practically imagine the wheels in his mind turning into place as he finally understood. But Andrew wasn't through with his ranting.“You've never loved me. Never cared. It's always about Abel. Always about Andre!”“That's not true, and you know it,” Father exhaled, too calm for a man who
Abel“Last chance to tell me everything, little bro. It's for your own good.”“It's going to be a peaceful meeting, right? You have nothing to worry about. Go get everyone under control, now. I'll see you when it's time for the meeting.”“Suit yourself.”I strode out of the room, taking no detours to see how my Father and Andre were doing, and heading straight for Lana's room.She and Helen sat side by side on the bed conversing in low tones when I walked in. Feeling guilty, Lana shot me a nervous smile, getting up at once.I looked past her at Helen. “The meeting is downstairs, not here,” I said, then turned to Lana. “You disobeyed me.”“I had to talk to her first, Abel. She's my sister.”“Why do you always miss the point every fucking time? It's driving me to my limits,” I said.“I know this might come as a shock to you, sis, but for once I'd say listen to him. He's right. This whole thing concerns me and me alone. We've already lost so much people. I don't want you getting involved