Chapter 2

Saber’s POV

Life stopped being fair a long time ago. Didn't want to leave, and he didn't want to move to New York. Saber Collins liked his life the way things they were. At 18 years old, why did they need him to move with his family as if he were still dependent on them to survive? Worked almost a full-time job. Plenty of his friends' parents would let him crash with them. Probably find a place of his own. Plus, he despised change. Especially the kind that changes everything at once.

"We love you, which is why we're doing this" his mother, Eleanor Collins, sympathized next to him in the seat across from him. Saber ignored her, rolling his eyes, continuing his staring contest with the clouds outside of the private jet. Another one of his father's luxuries he doesn't care about. Although he stared at the clouds, he didn't pay them any attention.

The only thing he cared to look at was Sara's face. Came to say goodbye to him at the airport when they departed, but he missed her. Entirely his parents' fault he might never be with her again. No, he would after he graduates as long as she's not with someone else by that time. Most beautiful girl to ever give him the time of day. Wouldn't be hard for her to find someone different.

"You will get used to the new place," his father said with a smirk from the seat next to his mother. "You will forget all about California by the end of the week."

"You have no clue what will happen by the end of the week" Saber yelled. How can he sit there all smug? This should count as kidnapping. Transfer him to a different school like he's still a kid with no means of his own. What gave him the right? "I might hop on a plane back to California."

"Please stop yelling, Saber" his mother pleaded. She always sided with his father. Convinced they are wrong this time. Saber's hot temper always caused problems, but the entire situation was unreasonable. They flipped his entire life upside down in less than a week with no heads up. No warning. No real conversation. Just, hey pack up your things, we are moving to New York. Screw your senior year and your life.

"No, you won't" his father answered, not looking up from the never-ending list of emails on the laptop in front of him. Couldn't have a proper argument with him. Always distracted by something. One of the many reasons he despised the man. Work before everything. Including family.

"Don't talk to me like you give a shit about what I do, Alan. You're not my father." Never once did the man act the part, either, only ordered him around. Mom wanted the kids. Guess Alan gave in to her, so she would be occupied while he went to work and keep her out of his hair.

Now he needed to learn a new house, a new school, a new job, and make new friends all over again. For what? All because Alan decided they needed to relocate again? Without talking to the rest of the family, again? Been aware of being adopted his entire life. No reason he shouldn't be able to stay in California by himself.

"Why didn't you leave me in California with my life the way things were" Saber sighed, putting on his headphones. Unable to listen to them anymore. Couldn't let him stay in one place long? If possible, he would never talk to them again. So close to having his own life, needing only to graduate. Less than eight more months to survive them. Then he will go find a job in a country on the other side of the world. With the hell they put him through, never would come soon enough.

Searched through his playlist until he found the perfect song. Music; the only thing nobody could take from him and his only escape. Finally, closing his eyes, he drifted asleep to the loud bass pumping in his ears, vibrating his skull slightly from the volume. Slowly, he recognized the face.

The red-headed woman with fear in her green eyes stood mere steps behind the tree line of a forest he only ever seen in these dreams. Far enough the sun couldn't reach her. Never able to view past her into the trees. A vast nothingness behind her, filled with, what he imagined, every monster from every nightmare . Long gray dress blew in the wind, trying to wave him over. Desperately trying to capture his attention for him to come closer.

Curiosity pulled him towards her. How is he not to help her?

A thick fog rolled in as he got closer . Thicker and thicker by the second, making it impossible to figure out where to go until he lost sight of the tree line and the woman completely. Blindly walking in one direction, hoping he would eventually walk to her, but that didn't happen. Almost as if the forest disappeared.

Tried to move forward, to spot anything but the white fog, slowly beginning to lessen. As he walked out of the white abyss, he found himself standing in front of a lake. Turned back, the fog now gone, and again stood the dark forest. Back in the spot he started, looking at the terrified woman trying to get his help.

"Saber" his mother demanded shaking him awake. "Grab your stuff.; we landed."

Didn't seem like the hours he had been asleep, though the dream never did. The repetitive dream he turned fifteen. Never able to reach her to help or to find out what she's so afraid of. Something about the woman was familiar, though he never saw her before the dreams started.

Groggily, he quickly got to his feet, jumping off the plane and away from them before another argument started. Made his way to the car waiting to take him to his new school. New state, new school, new people, new friends. Again. At least he had two friends stuck in the same situation he counted on.

When his father relocates, his manager relocates right along with them. The two kids also shared the bad luck of having to move frequently. At least he had someone who understood. Opening the door, he witnessed Theo looking how he figured he did himself. Theo and Davina got to New York the day before but started classes with him today.

"How's it goin' Saber?" Theo asked as Saber slammed the door shut.

"How do you think?" he growled, throwing his bag on the floor.

"This is the farthest thing from fair" Theo responded. "Why are we continually dragged across the globe? Next time you're with Alan, hit him. Hard."

"No problem." Most likely would end up with him grounded, but he didn't know places to go or friends to go with.

"Both of you need to chill out" William, the boys' bodyguard, commented from the front seat. "No matter what you do, the situation won't change."

"Always wanted to come to New York, and now I'm here" Davina chimed. "Guess I don't care as much about moving as you guys do."

"Can we go now?" Saber sneered.

Glared out the window as his parents came out of the plane. The car leaped forward, headed towards the beginning of his new life he didn't want.

"You know, you are able to call them. Fly out for holidays and stuff" Davina continued from the seat across from the boys. "Will only be a year. Not the end of the world."

Davina was Theo's step-sister. His mom married her dad about six years ago. Kind of scary how much the two looked alike, though, with bright blonde hair and intense honey brown eyes. Nothing alike in any other way. You name it, they disagreed. Yet they rarely fought. Got along better than any two people he ever met. Saber got along with them similarly.

"Must have sucked being on a plane with the guy for hours on end" Theo ignored his step-sister's commentary.

"Fine, whatever. Sulk." Davina retorted. "I'm done trying to appeal to your tiny little brain."

"Thanks for the permission" Saber sassed. "Yes, it did suck."

"Girl, stop, doesn't matter what you say to these boys, they are going to complain" William spoke up, shaking his head in the front seat. "They complain to annoy you, let alone a real reason. Let them stew in their little bubbles of annoyance."

"Thank you, William" Davina laughed.