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A/N #2: Some angst and then WAFFiness that's at the end of this chapter. Hope you enjoy!
XIX
Cause for Revenge
Dylan and Anthony
The room was dark except for a single light shining down onto the bed. And except for the noise of the machines, it was quiet too.
I breathed in slightly and pushed myself off the door that had closed behind me. I walked up to the edge of the bed and looked down at my sister.
Her eyes had been taped shut so that they would not be damaged by the light. There were tubes going into her nostrils and one that went into her mouth. This tube was helping her breathe, her chest falling and rising in a weird way as the machine breathed in and out for her. Her face was very pale, which made every would she had received stand out.
There were bruises on her cheeks and chin. All three were turning a sickening blue black color. There were four cuts on her face. One on her forehead that had been stitched up. Another on her nose, a smaller cut that had been covered with gauze. A third cut was just below her left eye, it too had been stitched. And the fourth cut was a horizontal cut going from the bottom of her lower lip, down to her chin.
Her head was covered with gauze, and I wondered crazily if they'd had to cut off all her hair. There also was in IV in her left arm and some of her fingers on her left hand had been bandaged. They were probably broken.
"Oh Catherine," I whispered. I reached out and took her right hand into my own. "I'm so sorry." I paused for a moment, looking at her face. Memories of her face as she had hugged me earlier and her happiness during dinner floated through my mind. The sadness that I was feeling was quickly replaced with anger.
"I swear," I whispered to her fervently. "I swear I'll get those sons of a bitches Norris and Jacob for what they've done. I swear Catherine, I'll see them pay for what they've done to you."
After that I fell silent, clutching Catherine's cold hand. A knock on the door startled me out of my thoughts and I knew that Ryder wanted to come in and see her.
"I've got to go Cathy," I said, instantly giving her my nickname for her. "But I'll try and come back whenever I can." I let go of her hand and kissed her forehead softly, on the side because of the cut. I looked down at her for a few seconds before the sadness returned and I turned to leave the room.
Outside in the hallway, I walked straight to Anthony and buried my face in his shoulder.
As I began to cry, Anthony wrapped his arms around me and stroked my hair.
After a while, I pushed back from him a little and wiped my cheeks. "She looks really bad," I said hoarsely.
"Dylan," Alex said to me softly. "What do we do now?"
That question startled me. I leaned against Anthony for strength as I said steadily, "First thing tomorrow, we tell Charlie what's happened. Then we'll try and find Norris and Jacob."
"Then we'll see you guys tomorrow at the office," Natalie said.
"Get some rest tonight, both of you," Alex said. "See you tomorrow." She turned and walked down the hallway with Natalie.
The door to Catherine's room then opened and I stepped out of Anthony's arms and turned around.
Ryder stepped out into the hallway, looking paler then he had when had gone into the room.
"Adam?" I said, a little hesitatingly.
His head snapped up when he heard me use his first name. "S-she's so p- pale," he whispered. Then tears started to fall down his cheeks and he covered his eyes with his hand.
I looked back at Anthony with a questioning look on my face. He nodded to me and I turned back to Ryder. I walked up to him and then wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him and trying to comfort him.
Ryder seemed taken aback for a minute, before taking his hand off his eyes and hugging me back quickly.
When we had pulled apart, I said to him, "We're going to do our best to get Norris and Jacob."
Reaching into his coat pocket, Ryder pulled out a business card and handed it to me. "My cell phone number," he explained. "I hope that you get those two bastards for what they've done to Caty."
Anthony
He hadn't meant to fall asleep, but couldn't stop himself. Whatever that noxious gas had been, it made him drowsy. He turned over in the bed so he could hold Dylan, but his hands fell on the bed sheets. He sat up and then got off of the bed. Anthony then noticed that the door to the balcony was opened and he could Dylan standing at the railing. He went into the closet and grabbed something before going out onto the balcony to try and comfort Dylan.
Dylan
I felt Anthony's presence on the balcony before I heard him. Then I felt a blanket being draped over my shoulders. I looked down and saw that Anthony had gotten the tartan plaid blanket I had bought in Scotland.
"Can't sleep?" Anthony asked.
"Every time I managed to," I said, shaking my head. "I saw Cathy lying on that hospital bed, surrounded by those machines." I shuddered at the memory and felt two tears fall down my cheeks.
Anthony wrapped his arms around my waist and rested hid chin on top of my head.
We stood like that for a while before I thought of something and turned to face Anthony. "I never told you how my mother died, did I?" I asked.
He shook his head. "Do you want to t-tell me?" he asked, a doubtful look on his face. When I nodded firmly, he let go of my waist and then took my hand, leading me back into the bedroom. He walked over to the bed and sat, leaning against the headboard.
I sat down next to him and took a deep breath before I started. "My mom worked at that convenience store Norris met her at even after I was born so she could support us," I said. "One day she got off work early and picked me up from school so we could go to the movies. On the way there, a drunk driver went through a stop sign and hit our car on the driver's side.
I came out of the accident without any serious injuries. Just a bruise and a few scrapes. My mom, she had fallen into a coma from the injuries she had received to her head. I was allowed to go in to see her, and one thing I always remember are those machines she was hooked up to. After a week or so, they decided that my mom had too much brain damage to be able to live if she ever did come out of the coma.
So they took her off life support. Then they came to the foster home I had been taken to and told me that she had died. I already knew though, it was liked I could sense it when she died." I shook my head and wiped my eyes.
Anthony took me in his arms and kissed me tenderly. Then he hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear, "I will help you get revenge for you s- sister."
A/N #2: Some angst and then WAFFiness that's at the end of this chapter. Hope you enjoy!
XIX
Cause for Revenge
Dylan and Anthony
The room was dark except for a single light shining down onto the bed. And except for the noise of the machines, it was quiet too.
I breathed in slightly and pushed myself off the door that had closed behind me. I walked up to the edge of the bed and looked down at my sister.
Her eyes had been taped shut so that they would not be damaged by the light. There were tubes going into her nostrils and one that went into her mouth. This tube was helping her breathe, her chest falling and rising in a weird way as the machine breathed in and out for her. Her face was very pale, which made every would she had received stand out.
There were bruises on her cheeks and chin. All three were turning a sickening blue black color. There were four cuts on her face. One on her forehead that had been stitched up. Another on her nose, a smaller cut that had been covered with gauze. A third cut was just below her left eye, it too had been stitched. And the fourth cut was a horizontal cut going from the bottom of her lower lip, down to her chin.
Her head was covered with gauze, and I wondered crazily if they'd had to cut off all her hair. There also was in IV in her left arm and some of her fingers on her left hand had been bandaged. They were probably broken.
"Oh Catherine," I whispered. I reached out and took her right hand into my own. "I'm so sorry." I paused for a moment, looking at her face. Memories of her face as she had hugged me earlier and her happiness during dinner floated through my mind. The sadness that I was feeling was quickly replaced with anger.
"I swear," I whispered to her fervently. "I swear I'll get those sons of a bitches Norris and Jacob for what they've done. I swear Catherine, I'll see them pay for what they've done to you."
After that I fell silent, clutching Catherine's cold hand. A knock on the door startled me out of my thoughts and I knew that Ryder wanted to come in and see her.
"I've got to go Cathy," I said, instantly giving her my nickname for her. "But I'll try and come back whenever I can." I let go of her hand and kissed her forehead softly, on the side because of the cut. I looked down at her for a few seconds before the sadness returned and I turned to leave the room.
Outside in the hallway, I walked straight to Anthony and buried my face in his shoulder.
As I began to cry, Anthony wrapped his arms around me and stroked my hair.
After a while, I pushed back from him a little and wiped my cheeks. "She looks really bad," I said hoarsely.
"Dylan," Alex said to me softly. "What do we do now?"
That question startled me. I leaned against Anthony for strength as I said steadily, "First thing tomorrow, we tell Charlie what's happened. Then we'll try and find Norris and Jacob."
"Then we'll see you guys tomorrow at the office," Natalie said.
"Get some rest tonight, both of you," Alex said. "See you tomorrow." She turned and walked down the hallway with Natalie.
The door to Catherine's room then opened and I stepped out of Anthony's arms and turned around.
Ryder stepped out into the hallway, looking paler then he had when had gone into the room.
"Adam?" I said, a little hesitatingly.
His head snapped up when he heard me use his first name. "S-she's so p- pale," he whispered. Then tears started to fall down his cheeks and he covered his eyes with his hand.
I looked back at Anthony with a questioning look on my face. He nodded to me and I turned back to Ryder. I walked up to him and then wrapped my arms around his neck, hugging him and trying to comfort him.
Ryder seemed taken aback for a minute, before taking his hand off his eyes and hugging me back quickly.
When we had pulled apart, I said to him, "We're going to do our best to get Norris and Jacob."
Reaching into his coat pocket, Ryder pulled out a business card and handed it to me. "My cell phone number," he explained. "I hope that you get those two bastards for what they've done to Caty."
Anthony
He hadn't meant to fall asleep, but couldn't stop himself. Whatever that noxious gas had been, it made him drowsy. He turned over in the bed so he could hold Dylan, but his hands fell on the bed sheets. He sat up and then got off of the bed. Anthony then noticed that the door to the balcony was opened and he could Dylan standing at the railing. He went into the closet and grabbed something before going out onto the balcony to try and comfort Dylan.
Dylan
I felt Anthony's presence on the balcony before I heard him. Then I felt a blanket being draped over my shoulders. I looked down and saw that Anthony had gotten the tartan plaid blanket I had bought in Scotland.
"Can't sleep?" Anthony asked.
"Every time I managed to," I said, shaking my head. "I saw Cathy lying on that hospital bed, surrounded by those machines." I shuddered at the memory and felt two tears fall down my cheeks.
Anthony wrapped his arms around my waist and rested hid chin on top of my head.
We stood like that for a while before I thought of something and turned to face Anthony. "I never told you how my mother died, did I?" I asked.
He shook his head. "Do you want to t-tell me?" he asked, a doubtful look on his face. When I nodded firmly, he let go of my waist and then took my hand, leading me back into the bedroom. He walked over to the bed and sat, leaning against the headboard.
I sat down next to him and took a deep breath before I started. "My mom worked at that convenience store Norris met her at even after I was born so she could support us," I said. "One day she got off work early and picked me up from school so we could go to the movies. On the way there, a drunk driver went through a stop sign and hit our car on the driver's side.
I came out of the accident without any serious injuries. Just a bruise and a few scrapes. My mom, she had fallen into a coma from the injuries she had received to her head. I was allowed to go in to see her, and one thing I always remember are those machines she was hooked up to. After a week or so, they decided that my mom had too much brain damage to be able to live if she ever did come out of the coma.
So they took her off life support. Then they came to the foster home I had been taken to and told me that she had died. I already knew though, it was liked I could sense it when she died." I shook my head and wiped my eyes.
Anthony took me in his arms and kissed me tenderly. Then he hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear, "I will help you get revenge for you s- sister."