"I don't want you to leave" I say as Rexford stands at the door. He's going away for almost two weeks and I can't stand the fact that he's leaving. I'm worried he won't come back. "Where are you even going you haven't told me anything" I say wanting to go with him. "I'm sorry love, I can't tell you that" he says hugging me. "I'll miss you" I mumble. He kisses the top of my head then closes the door behind him.What do I do now.I get up to Alex he's been so much better lately. He's started to train with us and can walk and move like normal. "All good?" I ask standing at the door. "I'm feeling great" he answers. We haven't been talking much since the tragedy. I think Alex just needs more time. I try to stay positive though it all but it's harder some days. Especially when Rexford isn't around. He gets my mind off of the bad things. "Lucy I've found myself a place and move in a couple of days just so you know" he says. "What no can't you stay here with me" I ask scared something will h
We've bought a lot of snacks for tonight. Alex got us some alcohol. A lot actually. Alice is setting the mood by lighting some candles since it's dark outside.The doorbell rings and I run to open it.What the hell.There are a lot more people here than there should be. I did not invite this many people. I try to be polite and sweet to everyone. "Welcome" I say then close the door as almost 40 people are in the house.I get up to Alice and Alex. "Guys what the fuck" I say crossing my arms."I told you it had to be a small party" I say mad at them both because now I will look like a liar to Rexford. "I'm sorry Lucy but I couldn't say no"Alice says embarrassed of herself. "It's fine just to tell Rexford it was our fault," Alex says.Should I call him? That would only make him more worried. And I don't want him to worry when he has more important things to do. I decide to tell him after the party. God I feel so shitty.Music is so loud and people have already started dancing and drinkin
I think I am going crazy."Where the hell is he?" I yelled out of fear. Alex puts his hand on my shoulder as support and I am seated on an uncomfortable chair.I now start to cry because I don't know what else to do. "Lucy I'm sure he's fine" Alex says trying to make me feel better. "He was supposed to be back five days ago" I cry into my hands. Chris comes into the room. "Please tell me you found something" I say looking up at him. He shakes his head. "Oh please, what if he's dead I can't go through this again" I beg."Everyone is looking for him. I'm sure someone will find something," Chris says now seated in front of me. Alex is still on my side."Five fucking days Chris, nobody has found anything" I say my fists on my lap. "Just wait a couple more days, I am doing everything I can '' Chris says now calling someone. I give Chris a nod before I head out to my room. Alex follows me upstairs. "Alex I'm fine I just need to think" I say."You are not fine kid. Let me be therefor you.
We split up in two cars. Alex, Chris and Carlos are with me and the rest of the team in the other car. We drove 20 minutes and parked right in front of the old museum. "Alright everyone be careful" Chris says, holding the mike that's inside his ear.We open the car doors and get out. It looks so empty here. It's pretty much an abandoned building. We step inside and aim our guns at what we thought would be our enemies. But not a single person is here. "Search every corner of this building," Chris says, moving forward to find anything. I follow Alex upstairs and we walk into different rooms that are totally empty. Except this one room. Something catches my eye. "Alex look" I say pointing to the room where a silver box is laid on the floor.I pick it up and open it. A letter."Read it" Alex says curiously. And I don't have to read the letter to know exactly who wrote it. Just by the handwriting I can tell that his letter is from father."Shit" I mumble to myself.Το LucyYour little husba
The men walk down first to protect us. Holding our guns tight in our hands we go down the staircase. We are like 10 people here and well prepared so I have no doubt we will lose.I see a door and follow the guys as they step inside a room. This is not like a cozy room. I don't even know if I want to call it that. It's more like a big basement. So fucking big. I look around and suddenly I see him.Rexford .Chains holding him up. The chains go into the roof and he hangs there so bruised. His face is bleeding so much I don't know if he's alive. His head hangs low watching the floor. He only has pants on and I now see all the blood dripping down his chest. So many cuts.I can't stand this anymore. I rush forward, run to him. But a gunshot stops me in place. "Stay where you are" that voice says. Rexford gives no reaction to any sound. I stand still but keep my eyes on him. Please look up.Like a shadow father steps out another door with so many men surrounding him."What do you think of m
It's been two days since we saved Rexford . The doctor gave Rexford some medicine to heal faster and a cream he is supposed to put on the cuts. He also bandaged his chest and gave him some stitches.When the doctor leaves I move to sit beside him as he is laying in our bed. Oh how I've missed sleeping with him. I take his hand. "Alright I need to work a little" he says trying to get up but I push him back to where he was laying. "What! No you are going to rest, you heard the doctor" I say."Lucy I'm fine really" he says trying to convince me. I knew my father and how he tortured people. It was so bad some died. So no, nobody could be fine after a week of torture by him."Alright let's do it like this" I say moving over to his desk where he keeps his most important work papers. I take them out and take a seat on the chair. "You tell me what to sign and write" I say reading the first name on the paper. "Claus Revine”"What are you doing?" Rexford asks. "Come on this man is giving you 2
~Rexford ~I've never been good. Not to anyone. Well there I lied. There was a time in my life where I was good. That was before I was forced to shoot my own mother. It still feels unreal. How could a son ever shoot his mother you think? I know it's horrible, I'm horrible.It's not something I'm proud of and trust me it has haunted me ever since that day. Before Lucy I had almost panic attacks every night.I have a room in the house that I would call my panic room. I don't let anybody in there. It's just an empty room. I always go there when I am having a panic attack.When I was around 10 years old my father trained me every day. He said that I would be strong and everybody would fear me in the future. As a kid I didn't want that of course. So I made my own rules. I made some nice friends. I had fun for a total of 3 days before my father found out about them. He said friends make you weak and vulnerable.I don't know what he wanted from me at that age. He wanted so much from a 10 year
Lucy's pov I get home and run up to Rexford to tell him about my day. He listens to me for so long. I sometimes wonder how he bears with all my talking. "I'm sorry you're probably so tired," I say, trying to shut my mouth. "I like it when you talk" Rexford says smiling giving me the sweetest eyes. "How are you feeling?" I ask because he's been a little down these past few days."I'm fine" he says, taking his shirt off to put on the cream the doctor gave. "Here let me help" I say as he sits down on his chair. I unwrap the bandage to put on the cream. He flinches as I put it on. It probably hurts."My father is back in town," Rexford says. Kendrick hasn't been around a lot. He only visits Rexford if he needs work done. "What does he want?" I ask to put the bandage back."He said he's staying with us for a while" Rexford says looking mad. "How does that feel?" I ask because I know he doesn't like it. "Fucking shit" he mumbles. I don't think Kendrick and Rexford ever had a good rel