Chapter 124

Chapter 124Book Two – Ch.# 16
He knew… he knew what I was and kept it from me.
Why though? It didn’t make any sense. But… did it really matter? Even if my father did know, it didn’t
really change anything about my situation. It just added more questions that I would most likely never
get answers to. After all, it wasn’t as though I could confront him about it. If he sensed even the tiniest
bit of rebellion from me, I was sure that he would sooner lock me up than lose me.
“…Raven?”
Right… Kieran. He was still waiting for me to reply… only I wasn’t sure what to do. I was in yet another
dilemma of choosing two sides. Both of which had high prices with uncertain outcomes.
To tell him the truth, the real truth, meant inviting him in to see that side of my life. A side where he
would most likely learn the dark actions of my father, our business, and of the work entailed within that.
This, in itself, was a dangerous thing to divulge to anyone, the information thereby placing a target on
Kieran.
…But I had to acknowledge something else too. By bringing Kieran in and telling him all of this… he
would then be inches away from discovering the truth about me too. About all of my dark contributions
up until now. Things that now made me feel emotions I never expected to feel.
Because a part of me suddenly felt… shame. Guilty. Afraid of what he would think if he learned of
everything I’d done in the past. Of who I was during the day. Never before had I cared about another’s
judgement like this. My life had always been too busy to worry about something like that for long. But…
Kieran was different. For the first time ever, I was beginning to care what someone thought of me. He
had been nothing but helpful, doing his best to solve the issues that had plagued me for years now. I’d
attacked, accused, threatened and pushed him away… and yet he didn’t seem to care about any ofthat. I could see a goodness in him that no one else had ever shown me. Something pure that was
given without asking for anything in return. He was either psychotic… or he did genuinely want to help
me. Anyone else would have walked away already …And it was for that reason which ultimately made
the decision for me. One where keeping him away would still be for the best. “…A doctor,” I half-lied. It
was a technical truth, though not quite right. “I don’t know much about him.”
But apparently, I had grossly underestimated just how much Kieran had already picked up about my
life. “…Was it your father?” he asked, catching me off guard.
My head immediately spun sharply to look at him, finding his expression serious. “…Why would you
say that?” I replied. I was trying to make my tone sound casual despite the tension I felt. “I saw how
afraid you were of him that night we met,” he said. “If he has hurt you, you can tell me.”
By that response? No, no I could not. He’d now just given me further confirmation that I was doing the
right thing. Kieran involving himself was only going to end with him putting himself in danger as well.
“I’m fine,” I lied, “He just… does what he thinks is best for me.”
“Raven, I mean it,” he persisted. “You don’t need to put up with being mistreated. In fact, I don’t think
you should go back home at all.”. “What…?”
“With the suppressors and silver, I think you should come back to Ashwood with me,” he said. “Be seen
by a doctor that actually knows how to correctly assess you. Make sure there are no long-term effects
due to what he’s done to you. You can live the kind of life you want there without ever having to feel
afraid.”
Leave… my father?
He was offering me the very thing I’d been too scared to dream for. Escaping from it all, leaving my
father behind… finally being free. And not just that, but to also be allowed into the world I was always
meant to be raised into. Have unrestricted access to answers still unknown. About who I was, what was
wrong with me, about how I could get better.
…Only, as I kept thinking it through, I soon came back to reality. Because it was just that… a dream. A
fantasy. The minute I stepped foot out of this town, he would track me down and immediately drag me back
home. There was no such thing as being free.
Besides… even if I couldn’t see it myself, I was sure there had to be a reason why he gave me the
silver and suppressors. There had to be. Everything he’d done had always had a purpose. …Perhaps I
was just missing something. “I’m sorry… I can’t do that,” I said quietly.
“Raven, I can’t just send you back there, helpless to stop whatever is happening,” he argued, clearly
unhappy with my response. “You don’t want to tell me the truth, sure, but your face says it all. The
bruises on your ribs say it all. I know something is going on with him. I can feel the manipulation a mile
away.”
That prickled me, instantly making me become a little defensive.
There was nothing I could do and my hands were tied. It wasn’t as if this was easy for me or something
I wanted. My place was by my father’s side. The only place I could ever be.
The best thing for everyone was if Kieran just accepted that and let it go already.
…Which, of course, he didn’t.
“You don’t think I haven’t thought about this? The man has a daughter who he keeps hidden away,
rarely allowing them the opportunity to meet anyone outside,” he said. “That sounds exactly like
isolation, ensuring that you’re reliant on him, and only him.” “Stop,” I quickly warned, not liking where
this was going “And then add in the fact that, despite being a rich man’s daughter, you have fighting
skills sharper than most skilled warriors I’ve met. Skills far beyond any average learning. I can’t think of
many reasons why you would need such a thing in a city like this, especially with the upbringing you
should have had.”
“…I said stop.”
“It doesn’t take a genius to realise he’s using and abusing you, Raven,” he continued, ignoring my
words. “Whether he handed you the pills or not, I already came to this conclusion days ago. If you just
come with me, I can protect-.” “— Kieran, stop!” I finally yelled, tears threatening to fall from my eyes.
Listening to all of this was too much. Both painful… and terrifying. Because if he had already figured
out this much about me, then he was dangerously close to things he shouldn’t know. To pry any furtherwould make it near impossible for me to keep him safe.
“…Please stop. Please,” I begged. “You don’t know what you’re saying.” He finally took a moment to
look at me properly, pausing just long enough to see my demeanour. “…I’m sorry, Raven… I didn’t
mean to upset you,” he said softly. But I just shook my head, still trying to bite back the tears. He was
making this so hard. So goddamn hard. Everything inside was now screaming at me to give in and tell
him everything. To run away with him and pretend I could be someone new. But I couldn’t. It was too
late for that.
I went to say something else, to protest some more, but, as he continued to look at me with a face full
of concern, eyes that held only sincerity… I felt myself crack.
…I cracked just the tiniest bit under that pressure… and provided a confirmation I never expected to
give. One that didn’t actually admit to anything, yet told him everything he needed to know.
“…If my life is truly as bad as you say it is…,” I said, unable to hide the pain in my tone. “One full of
sadness and abuse, and where I was helpless to the whims of an extremely powerful man in this city…
why do you think I would stay?” No matter what he said to me, at the end of the day, I was still my
father’s raven. Just because my cage bars weren’t always visible, it didn’t mean I couldn’t always feel
them everywhere I went. The last thing I wanted to do was to trap Kieran inside here along with me.
“You think you’ve figured everything out, but you don’t know me, Kieran,” I continued, quickly regaining
whatever composure I could muster. “And you don’t understand half of what you’re saying.” “Raven, I’m
trying to tell you that he can’t touch you so long as you come with me,” he said.“ …I can protect you. I
promise.”.
But if I were to accept his help, it wouldn’t be *me* who needed protection. Already, I could visualise
the manilla folder now… reading his name at the top… knowing what it would mean…. 1
I shuddered at the thought.
“I appreciate everything you’ve done for me,” I said, already feeling my chest aching with the words I
was about to speak. “But… I’m not interested in leaving. I’m sorry.”
Before he could say anything further to make the decision harder, I quickly stood up and walked to the
bedroom to get changed. Focusing on anything other than what was happening so I didn’t accidentallycrack again. “I’ll stay around for a few more days in case you change your mind,” I heard him say,
speaking from the other side of the door. “Unlike him, I’m not going to force you into coming with me. I
want this to be your choice. Your decision. Something you clearly have never been given before.” Why
was he making this so goddamn hard? I was already trembling so much, feeling my heart pulsing
loudly in my chest. I didn’t need this to drag out any more than it was.
But as he mentioned his return back home, it did make me realise something.
That… this was most likely the last time I would ever see him. Not only because of the town difficulties
he’d mentioned earlier, but it was also unlikely that I would be able to sneak out like this again. Doing
so once had already been too risky.
And as for future mutual events we might find each other at…? Well, I doubted my father would allow
me to attend anything like the Mayor’s party again after what happened last time
No, this… this right here, this very moment… this was goodbye. …And as I thought on it more, coming
to terms with what that meant, I suddenly felt an odd sense of clarity. …Because whatever happened
right now, it wouldn’t matter after today.
It was a thought that made me immediately walk to the door, opening it up to reveal Kieran on the other
side. He had one arm up against the doorframe, his body leant forwards in a way that implied his head
had been resting on the wood only moments before.
And, as I came face-to-face with him again, he instantly looked sharply up as if he were about to say
something else. An expression that told me he hadn’t given up on trying to convince me yet.
But that didn’t matter to me anymore, my mind now already made up. Before he could get a single
word out, I quickly moved forward and pressed myself against
him, catching him by surprise. And, instinctively, I gave myself over to that relentless urge I always felt
whenever he was nearby
1 arched my body upwards, weaving a hand through his hair, and right as a shiver of pleasure coursed
through me… I brought my lips up to meet his.
…And it was perfect. The exact way I always imagined it would feel. Maybe even better. And though I
could tell he was reluctant at first, possibly questioning my sudden change in attitude, it didn’t take longbefore his mouth started to respond back. Moving against mine, drinking in every single sensation on
offer… turning those sparks into flames.
When his hand moved to my waist and pressed me closer to him, an excitement of possibilities
instantly bubbled into my mind. I could tell that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him. That,
whatever this absurd obsession was, it was definitely felt mutually.
Was he feeling himself burning in the heat of those flames too? Intoxicated by my scent like I was his? I
couldn’t help but wonder what might happen if I truly did let go completely at that very moment… if I
forgot everything else and gave myself over entirely. …But this wasn’t that sort of kiss.
No, this one was only meant in goodbye. And, though it pained me to do so, I slowly pulled myself
away enough to meet his eyes. “I really do appreciate everything you’ve done for me,” I said, taking a
final moment to hold onto him, procrastinating what I needed to do. “You’ve given me knowledge that I
might have gone the rest of my life without ever discovering, going about my days as I continued to
think that I really was dangerous… that I was a freak. Now I can at least try to get better, even if that’s
not in the way you want.” “…I thought that kiss was because you were agreeing to stay with me,” he
said quietly, disappointment heavy in his tone.
They were words that hurt me more than I thought they would, making me ache to take back everything
I’d said and to agree to go with him. But this wasn’t about me. This was about loyalty to my father…
and about protecting Kieran. “…I really am sorry, Kieran.” …And I stepped backwards out of his arms,
now moving towards the exit.
I grabbed my bag from the counter and immediately headed towards the front door, but it was as my
hand was on the handle that I heard him speak behind me.
“Wait,” he said, making me pause. “There is something you should know. Something that might make
you reconsider.”
And, reluctantly, I turned my head back to look at him, already struggling as it were with just leaving in
light of what had happened between us. “What is it..?” I asked. But his expression only grew more
intense, whatever he wanted to say clearly being
something he was unsure about. As if he was undecided whether he should tell me. “Kieran… what is it?” I pressed. He finally took a deep breath and moved a step towards me. “I don’t
know how to tell you this,” he said hesitantly. “…But he’s not your real father, Raven.”
“What…? What do you mean?” “I mean… there is no biological way that Eric Reid could have fathered
you.”