Right then guys, plot twist continued :L I know this was quite a shock for some of you as I have seen in the reviews ;) so let's see where this takes us.
Chapter inspired from la la la by Naughty Boy ft Sam Smith
"Father?" Haytham squeaked. I was ignoring everything he was doing at this point and I was mentally planning the death of my father; to put him in the ground where he should have been for the past 20 years.
"I- I thought you were-" my father murmured.
"You thought I was dead! But you would like that wouldn't you? When things grow difficult you don't stand your ground. Instead you have your family killed!" I interrupted.
"Saoirsena, please you have to understand the reason behind this," I turned my head to avoid his given eye contact; I was disgusted at the fact that he can even dare to give any sort of contact with me.
"What valid and excusable reason could you possibly have for killing my mother attempting to kill me and then turning to the Templars?" I asked. I was weary of his every breath move and word from that point on as I instantly decided that even if he wasn't dead he was dead to me.
"I never turned to the Templars," he stated.
"I was always a Templar, and you were to be too," those words are something that nightmares are made of, my eye widened and my face went pale, the people that I couldn't stand and the people I have blamed for the death of my parents for years are the people I was intended to mould.
"I'm- I was intended to be a Templar?" I squeaked with disbelief.
"Yes, that was the purpose behind training you at such an early age," he stated nervously. I stared at the floor with disbelief with no idea how to respond to what he was telling me.
"You… you always went on and on about doing the right thing, about taking responsibility and constantly talking all the time about how everything would soon fall into place," my emotions were becoming obvious to my peers.
"Please," he reached out to touch my arm in reassuring way.
"Don't touch me," I backed away and stated in a hostile manner which clearly put him on edge.
"So- how can I do this? How WOULD I have done this? This whole thing has been a lie right from the start," I said, feeling the emotions in my throat causing my voice to break off mid-sentence.
"No, you were young, you misunderstood-" I cut him off
"No! I am sick to death of hearing about all who benefit from this sick creed. The Templar order is just a joke, it's just one big lie after another and the biggest lie of all has been me!" I said trying to choke down the tears.
"No, you are not a lie. You meant everything to me-"
"I don't want to hear it because I don't care!" I shouted, trying to run upstairs.
"Arianna, please, there has to be some logical explanation behind this," Haytham shouted after me.
"Why does everything need to have a logical explanation in your eyes Haytham?" I shouted. My anger would shoot out to all those who passed by it seemed. It was excusable considering the circumstances.
"Running away won't solve this problem," my father stated.
"It didn't seem to stop you, did it?" I shouted.
"20 years ago you had an order to have me and my mother killed and then you took off to America! You washed your hands of us completely and you continued the same way in life even if that fact is burning away in the back of your mind. Well I'm here, alive and well. Prepare to meet your maker!" I said before finally escaping the suffocating conversation that made me question my own existence.
I ran toward my room with tears forcing themselves from my eyes, no amount of effort could have stopped them. I ran into my room, there was nothing I wanted more than to be alone in that moment of time and sink lower than the hole that I had already put myself in, I felt unwanted and unloved, even more so than I already did. I slammed the door behind me and listened to the never ending echo of the bang. All of my emotions bubbled up and I let them free by swiping my desk clean with a terrible racket as an output. I pushed the table against the door to stop anyone from coming in. I needed to be alone, the fact that my father was alive wasn't sinking in and I didn't want it to, the reality of such terrible findings was killing me slowly. I found out that I was raised in the ways of my enemy instead of the assassin's; I couldn't imagine what life would be like if I were a Templar, I refused to take any of it in and I laid on the floor with the rummage of various items I pushed off my desk and let the sadness and confusion pour out of me without holding back.
I pushed through the rummage to find my notebook, once I found it I poured the heaps of pages out to scatter all over the floor, years of memories shattered before my eyes and I tryed to think back to how many other lies that he could have told me. I searched through the pages to look at the drawings that I had done when my mother was still alive; I shed many tears at the thought that I trusted the man who ripped all of my memories to bits. I sat there in the mess I had made, I looked at my work with an inner sense of pride, my anger caused this I thought while looking at the destruction and it caused me pain to stare for too long.
"Arianna, let me in please," I heard Haytham's voice. I gave no reply, only the bitter silence.
"This needs to be solved," he stated knocking on the door.
"Enough is enough" I muttered. I pushed the table aside to open the door. I turned to the rummage and grabbed the sharpest object I could get my hands on. It seemed as though Haytham had anticipated this and ran in not a second too soon and disarmed me before using his superior strength to restrict me.
"Let me go!" I screamed.
"You need to calm down before you do something that you will regret," he said.
"It wouldn't make any difference to me; I assumed he was dead for almost 20 years, I'm going to make an honest man out of him!" I shouted.
"I understand that you are upset Arianna, it was quite a shock to all of us, but a lot of people in your position would love to have a second chance with their father and you can, think about it," he said trying to turn my decision around.
"I came to America to track down my parent's killer and in a strange twist of events, I have," I stated angrily trying to push him away from me.
"When you are feeling this way just think that there will always be someone in a worse position, you can't complain about not having a second chance," I stopped struggling at his words that rang in my ears; he loosened his grip on me waiting for an answer. The words he said struck something inside of me, something about the way he said them made me stop to think.
"That's it!" I shouted. I ran toward the rummage to pick up the remains of my notebook.
"That's the meaning to that riddle!" I said scribbling it in with a piece of broken charcoal.
"At a time like this, that is your biggest concern?" he asked.
"I told you Haytham, they mean something, every time something screwed up like this happens I solve another one, and it means something!" I explained my insanity.
"So you've solved them all, now what?" he asked. I tried to think of an answer but I didn't know.
"There has to be a reason behind why they all interconnect with my life," I muttered.
"It's just a coincidence, you are deluding yourself," he stated very rigidly. I gave him a sassy look through my eyelashes trying to get a point across, sometimes I really think he needs to learn to practice what he preaches or at least think before opening his mouth, it is getting rather difficult to resist calling his bluff or commenting on how hypocritical he can be. He scoffed.
"Okay, I was asking for that," he said, I laughed.
"I just need some time to think about all of this," I almost asked him to leave.
"Good, while you are tinkering with that, you can clean up this mess that you have made," he said with an annoyed tone.
"Take responsibility for your anger for once," he said half seriously. I sniggered in response.
"You mean like my father?" I asked sarcastically. He sighed.
"He didn't seem very angry, only confused and shocked, like me," he said, I smiled at him.
"You took it a lot better than I thought you would, I thought you would have hit the roof," I said.
"What was that name he kept calling you?" he asked, I smiled at the fact that he didn't even try to pronounce it, not a lot of people do.
"Saoirsena. That's my real name," I said and he gave me a confused look once again.
"So why did you say that your name is Arianna?" he asked with slight frustration hidden in his tone.
"It is, I have gone by the name Arianna since I was about 13, not a lot of people can pronounce my real name, it was getting on my nerves, so I changed my name," I explained. He raised an eyebrow at me.
"The more I know about you, the more I wish I don't," he smiled at me. I giggled in hope that he was joking.
"Now I know that's not true," I laughed. He winked in response.
"You've been crying," he said, those words seemed to give me a green light to continue, a silent tear rolled down my cheek as I continued to stare at him in wonder with how he would react. Haytham came close to me and held me tight in a sense that he was my shoulder to cry on. He kissed me on top of my head to give me slight comfort in my misery.
"There's no need to show sympathy, I'm sure that I can handle this by myself," I tried to be strong.
"It's not sympathy Arianna, it's empathy. I'm sure that you could handle this on your own but I don't want you to," he said.
"What do you mean it's empathy?" I asked confused. I felt like I had crossed a line by asking that question by the way he looked at his hands for a while as if he was stinging words together for him to explain.
"My father was an assassin," he stated very quickly, like ripping a bandage from a wound. I was surprised but there is only so much shock I can give when I had only just found out my father was still alive, but still I couldn't believe how similar our situations were.
"Oh my word, was it a similar situation to mine?" I asked feeling guilty for underestimating him.
"In a way," he said giving me eye contact. He turned to sit on my bed by this I could tell that he had a story to tell. He gave me a gesture for me to join him.
"he was killed by a man when I was young, that man then raised me as his own in the ways of a Templar, so that is what I became. It is a long and complicated story that I haven't even completely taken in myself, I'm sure I will feel comfortable revealing it one day, just not today," he said smiling at me, I gave him a comforting smile as I knew exactly what he meant and I wasn't going to ask him about anything he wasn't comfortable with. That being said, I had so many questions, such as: 'if you knew your whole background was a lie then why did you continue to be a Templar?'
"I just wanted you to know that I know exactly what you are feeling right now, maybe you can feel some comfort in that," he became nervous in getting his words out.
"I do, oddly enough," I smiled. He took my hand from my knee and held it in his own; the fact that they fit each other so well made me warm inside, it was the first time I haven't felt an inner bitter feeling which was a mix of loneliness and rejection. This simple but sweet gesture made me forget all of my anger.
"You and I are more alike than either of us would like to imagine," he smiled warmly at me.
"Maybe we are," I said calmly with a big grin on my face. A thought came to mind that made me take my hand back forcefully and consider my escape plans again.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I just thought that… maybe… the fact that I'm your ally's daughter would change a few things," I said holding onto a small shred of hope I had allowed myself to keep. He took my hand again and made it clear that I wasn't going to get it back and gave me forced eye contact.
"It is going to take a lot more than that to change what I think about you," he stated. I blushed at his words.
"And what do you think of me?" I asked. It was his turn to blush. He leaned in and gave me the gentlest peck he could give. It was small but sweet and made me tingle all over which was a feeling I wished would never fade no matter how many times he kissed me.
"I think you are the most interesting person I've ever met in my life," he said against my lips.
"I've met your friends, that isn't much of a challenge," I replied. He pulled away and began laughing.
"You can never take a compliment can you?" he asked with a smile.
"That wasn't really a compliment," I teased him, I loved grinding his gears. He often laughed when I tried which added to the entertainment.
"Alright then, shall I bite my tongue next time?" he teased back. The smiled dropped off my face and he instantly chuckled.
"Asked and answered," he mocked. I rolled my eyes at him.
"It's getting rather late, I suppose we will have to address this problem in the morning," he got up to leave but I didn't want him to. Even if it was just a few extra minutes, the desire to be alone was long gone, instead I wanted to be held close and to be made aware that I am wanted or loved even a little bit.
"Wait!" I grabbed him to stop him.
"Will you stay?" I asked through a smile. He smiled at me in response.
"I think it would look rather unprofessional," he excused.
"So don't tell anyone," I raised an eyebrow. He responded with his sassy smile.
"Alright," he agreed. I was hoping that the aftermath from this entire day would be over and done with, I could only hope that it would not get any worse as the week went on, I've had enough surprises during my stay with the Templars to last me a life time. I've taken a lot of blows to the head and to the heart and I wasn't sure if I could take anymore otherwise I could end up broken.
Alright guys, so this chapter was basically just the aftermath of the last chapter I didn't really have a plan for it so I just went along with whatever popped into my head which is why it might be considered poorly written but I do have a plan for the next chapter which will either annoy you or excite you (oops, I have possibly said too much :3) thank you for the on-going support to my crazy yet entertaining ideas. Can't tell you how much I love and appreciate hearing from you guys :D
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