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"Ow, shit Roman!"
The Godfrey heir sighed, continuing to pull me to my feet from his bed, my cast hitting the floor with a heavy thump.
"Come on killer, quit complaining."
Rolling my eyes I was finally on my feet. Watching Roman walk out of the room I sighed, grabbing my crutches I followed him down the hall where Peter was passed out. Walking in I smiled softly before taking a seat on the couch. Roman leaned over kissing me softly before standing up with a start and walking over to a now awake Peter.
"Hey, hey, hey, hey, it's ok."
Pushing myself up I limped over to my brother, watching as Roman tried to calm him down.
"It's ok. You're ok. I saw it. I mean I saw you."
I tried not to laugh as Roman stumbled over his words, obviously still in aw at seeing Peter transform back.
"Wh-what?"
Sighing I reached over, helping Peter to sit up.
"Changing back from…you know. It was fucking beautiful."
Peter looked unsure for a moment before sighing.
"If you say so. My head feels like a goddamn war dance is inside of it."
I laughed, rubbing my brothers back trying to make him feel better.
"Did you two drag me back here?"
"No."
He looked at me in disbelieve before focusing on Roman.
"Last we saw, you were down."
"Down?"
"Chasseur shot you with a dart."
"Oh, Chasseur!"
"She was gonna take you away. I, I tried to tell her how it wasn't you but… Fuck! Fuck!"
I sighed, knowing Roman was still processing the events last night.
"What?"
"I should have been stronger for you."
"Stronger?"
"I tried to stop her, we both did, but she had a gun."
Roman sighed, I smiled encouragingly at him.
"So we left. But then I circled back, but by then you were gone. Then my fucking mom calls, says to come back home and keep an eye on you."
"Your mom?"
"Yeah."
Reaching over I grabbed Roman's hand, trying to give him some sort of comfort.
"Two weeks in a fucking coma, and she didn't even ask me how I felt. Weird, huh?"
"I'm, I'm no judge."
"Anyway… I get back home and there you are, but she's gone."
Watching Roman bite his thumb, a habit he had when he didn't know how to say something I had noticed, I sighed, deciding to talk to my brother about what else had happened last night.
"There's something else."
Peter and Roman both looked at me.
"Letha?"
"No, no, no. She's fine."
Smirking lightly at how my brothers mind worked.
"Alexa and Alyssa Sworn? The vargulf got the sheriff's daughters."
"Shit."
I nodded, watching Peter closely before he asked something I couldn't believe I didn't think of.
"Have you heard from mom?"
"What do you mean Peter?"
"Fuckers know about me, they gotta know about her."
"Shit."
Stopping Peter from standing up I looked over at Roman.
"I'll check on the trailer, make sure she's all right, ok?"
"Yeah, ok. Whatever,. Just go, please."
I smiled and mouthed a thank you to Roman while he left before forcing my brother to lay back down.
"You're still weak, stay down."
He nodded, laying back down while I maneuvered down stairs. Reaching the first floor I heard a cell phone ringing above me. Sighing I went about cooking something for Peter, jumping when I heard him behind me.
"And he walks."
"Raw."
"Got it."
Throwing a stake in a skillet, letting it cook a little on both sides before Peter grabbed it.
"Enjoy."
Walking out of the room, stopping when I heard the soft voice of Letha.
"Glad she's with him."
Walking into the main hall, hearing a siren I stopped looking out the window.
"Shit, Peter!"
He came running out of the kitchen with Letha in tow.
"I know."
"You need to hide."
They nodded, running upstairs when we heard the back door open. Sighing I took off running on the bottom floor, as fast as one could with crutches anyway. Hiding in a corner I waited, not daring to move. Just as Peter and Letha reappeared running by they caught the cops attention. Panicking I ran after them, screaming when I was thrown to the floor by one of the cops. He grabbed the back of my shirt and dragged me into the foyer, where another cop had a gun pointed at my brother and his girlfriend.
Hissing in pain as the cop moved his grip to my neck while pointing a gun at Letha. Screaming and kicking as the other cop moved to arrest Peter for nothing.
"You asshole leave him alone!"
In the blink of an eye Letha was pushed to the ground and the cop was threatening to break Peter's neck if either of us talked or moved again.
"Pula va cadea."
"What the fuck was that?"
"Oh, you'll get the joke when your dick falls off."
Wincing when the cop punched Peter making me scream again, thrashing at the man holding my grip, causing him to tighten his grip. Being dragged to look behind us I gasped, my heart stopping at seeing Shelly standing there.
"Oh, that's fucking perfect. Go! Get the hell out of here!"
All of a sudden Roman walked in, his attention on comforting Shelly for a moment before focusing on the rest of us. I chocked a little as the cops grip started cutting off my air supply, causing Roman's eyes to darken, his face still the picture of calm.
"Roman…you're awake?"
I rolled my eyes at Letha for a moment before focusing back on Roman as he walked past the cop holding me and towards the cop close to Letha.
"You have a gun pointed at the back of your head. Do not, repeat, do not turn around!"
Roman turned around with a sly smile on his face.
"You think I won't?"
"Put the gun in your mouth."
I looked up at Roman like he was crazy at the command he gave the cop. The other cop freaked out a little.
"Come back here! What the fuck are you doing?"
All of a sudden the cop holding rotated the gun so it was in his mouth.
Roman smirked.
"Release her."
The cop released his grip on me completely; grabbing my neck I coughed, trying to get air back in my lungs. Roman smiled at me before turning around.
"Uncuff him."
"Screw you!"
With a wider smirk Roman turned back to the cop with the gun in his mouth.
"If he's still handcuffed by the time I count to three pull the trigger."
Turning he stared at the cop.
"One."
The cop slowly walked over to Peter.
"Two!"
"Ok, ok! Just calm down, buddy."
When Peter was uncuffed he immediately moved to protect Letha.
"What the fuck, man?"
"Come here."
The cop walked over, not making eye contact for a moment before kicking me out of the way, hissing in pain I glared at the guy before realizing Roman had him in a dead stare, looking very territorial.
"Get in your car and take the 79 to the West Virginia state line. When you get there…you can take the gun out of your mouth, and you…will punch yourself in the face hard enough to break your nose. Bye now."
And just like that the two cops left, after a moment Roman bent over, helping me to my feet, checking my bruising neck before kissing me lightly.
"Are you ok?"
I nodded, gently grabbing my stinging neck.
"Come here."
He whispered, gently pulling me to him, his grip just tight enough to keep my weight off my injured foot. I glanced behind Roman to see a smirking Peter as he walked over and grabbed my crutches before walking back over, clearing his voice.
"Here."
"Thanks."
I grabbed my crutches, happy to be able stand without pain again.
"It's not safe here."
"No kidding."
"I think I know where you can hide."
We looked over at Letha before shrugging and agreeing to pack ourselves into Roman's little car. Roman sitting in the driver's seat; Peter in the middle with me sitting on his lap, and Letha sitting in the passengers seat.
"Where the hell are we?"
I laughed, smacking my brother.
"I used to take walks back here with my dad."
"This is all part of Hemlock Acres?"
I rolled my eyes, looking up at the abandoned church in curiosity. Finally the car stopped and we piled out, sliding out the drivers' door with help from Roman, looking around I spotted Letha's father walking towards us in the cemetery.
"Well, it's a relief to see you up and about, Roman. But you- or you- should have told me."
"I'm sorry, dad, things have been a little crazy."
I rolled my eyes, not in the mood to listen to her weird father.
"Glad to see you're all right. Letha told me. What that mob did to your home was a disgrace."
Nudging Roman I limped towards the entrance, knowing the group would catch up to me. Deciding to stay outside, not feeling fully comfortable in a church. After a few minutes Peter and Roman reemerged, walking into the cemetery to have a heated discussion. Watching in curiosity before Roman motioned for me to follow him.
"What's up?"
"We're gonna get Peter some blankets."
"What about me?"
He smirked, his uncle walking ahead of us.
"You are staying with me."
"Oh really?"
"Yes."
I laughed at his tone, tripping in the grass causing him to grab me, both of us laughing.
"So much grace."
"Always."
"Will you two hurry up?"
Roman sighed, keeping a hand on my lower back to keep me balanced. Glancing up at the building we were walking up to, spotting someone with snow-white hair watching us.
"Creepy."
Roman scoffed as we entered the brick building, walking through the all white corridors before reaching the cabinet with the blankets in it. Roman smirked, opening the cabinet before handing me blankets and pillows. Laughing at his expression as he thought about grabbing another blanket before gasping when I noticed a young girl with white hair watching us.
"Roman."
He turned spotting the girl as well, placing himself between the girl and me.
"Sorry, we didn't know you were here."
The girl remained silent, unblinking at us. Roman took a few cautious steps forward towards the girl.
"Hello?"
He snapped his fingers a few times.
"Anyone home?"
Again he got the same response, turning he shrugged before walking back towards me.
"She's not safe."
We both jumped and looked at the girl at her sudden voice.
"What?"
"She and the baby aren't safe. You think that monster doesn't want her too?"
"I don't know anything about that."
Shifting my weight I spotted a nurse walking by, trying to get his attention, causing Roman to turn and try to catch his attention.
"Hey! Hey, you better get some meds over here!"
Turning back I stopped and gave Roman an uneasy look when we realized the girl was gone.
"What the hell?"
"I don't know."
Turning we joined with his uncle, who was carrying a trey of food, before walking back to the old church.
Sitting on one of the kitchen counters, smiling at Roman as he prepared some sort of dinner for him, Shelley, and I.
"Didn't know you were good in the kitchen."
"You don't know a lot of stuff."
I scoffed tossing a spoon at him, he laughed catching it before we spotted Shelley watching us.
"They were afraid of Peter."
"Who was?"
I watched Shelley in curiosity as she tapped on her phone.
"Cook, maid. Everyone left."
"I'll always be here for you."
I smiled as Roman easily slipped into protective older brother mode.
"Promise?"
"Super pinkie swear."
I shook my head, watching the two for a moment before moving my leg so it was resting on the counter next to me, relieving the pressure I was feeling.
"Did you dream about me?"
"I did. The whole time I was out."
"Tell me about it."
"You were exactly like you've always been…more beautiful than this world deserves."
I nodded in agreement, smiling when Shelley looked at me before focusing on Roman. My smile grew as the siblings hugged it out.
"What's wrong?"
"Wish I could see myself there."
Roman was silent for a moment, our dinner long forgotten.
"Where's mom?"
"Don't know. I'm afraid."
"That makes two of us."
Roman glanced back at me, smiling lightly before focusing back on Shelley.
"It's ok."
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