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Chapter Four: And Now I Realize.


ASH

No way.

No way, no way, no way, no way.

Why?

Well…

"Hey mom, where's Paul?" I asked realizing he hasn't been home in quite a few hours. Paul and I are pretty close as brothers so when he just leaves and has his phone turned off, I know something's up.

She sat down on her bed looking around as if she were picking out the right words to say. "He's obeying your father's orders," she said clutching onto the bed post.

I raised an eyebrow. "And what might those orders be?"

Just then, my dad walked into the room.

"He went to go assassinate Cyrus," he said nonchalantly.

My eyes widen in disbelief,

And the "no ways" began.

"Dad! You cannot ask Paul to be your hit man, that's crazy!"

"You're a little late Ash. He's already on his way."

I am livid.

"When?"

"When what?"

"When will my brother be a full-fledged murderer?"

My dad simply laughs. "I let Paul be the judge of that. He first has to gain their trust, when he feels he's got it, only then will he strike. Of course, before the elections would be ideal."

I blink multiple times. "You sent Paul to go murder your opponent so that you can win by default," I say becoming angrier.

I realize that my dad is a monster.

"Please, Ash, you're making it seem like I'm the bad guy."

I look up at him. "Making it seem, huh?"

With that I leave the room.

I have to call Paul.


PAUL

I park my car next to Dawn's and follow her to the door.

As we approach the front door, she takes out her keys to unlock it. Her hands are shaking a bit, but it's noticeable.

I frown, "You okay?" Obviously I know she isn't, and I couldn't care less about whether she's okay or not, but in these circumstances, acting like I give a crap about her might be the push she needs to convince her dad to let me stay.

I need that push.
I need to follow my father's orders.
I need to get close to them.
I need to follow through.
I need to kill Cyrus.

She nods without saying a word while she puts the small golden coloured key into the key hole and turns it.

She sighs before looking at me. "We'll see," she whispers gently to me before pushing the front door open.

*&^%

Mad? No.

Livid

"DAWN BERLITZ~!" This man can cause storms to brew. When he's upset, it seems like it could be as equivalent as when Zeus is mad. This slightly throws me off base. I feel threatened, if I don't kill him one shot, I'm done for. But I'll recompose myself after his rage settles. For now, I'll just lay low.

And lay low I did; Cyrus didn't even acknowledge me.

"What the hell were you doing? What the hell were you thinking? No, I'll tell you what, NOTHING. How dare you disobey me!"

She just hung her head low.

He starts to pace furiously while keeping his harsh gaze at his daughter.

Fortunately, my dad aims to please me. I make my own rules. Whatever made me happy, he gave me. I got my freedom a long time ago. She on the other hand… different story.

"I provide you with security so that something bad doesn't happen to you, or that you don't do something stupid and you manage to knock them both down at once! How could you? I give you everything you want and all I want is for you to be safe. I cannot believe you, you could have been hurt!"

Again, he doesn't notice me, not far behind his daughter. Still, he's livid.

"But dad, I'm not hurt, I'm fine!" she retorts, "Actually, Paul is the one that saved-"

"P-Paul?"

Oh, he notices.

"What the hell is he doing here?" he marches angrily towards me.

"Dad, dad, dad," she gets in front of me, "Dad, he saved my life."

"Saved your- he's a Sicara, that doesn't say anything about him!"

I'll admit, that stung.

"Dad, he's different. He really helped me out there; he really did save my life." She knows like I do, he's sceptical. The way he looks at her then back at me repeatedly with that look; the look of disapproval. He does not want me here, in his house, on his property. "Dad, the man wanted to kidnap me; he wanted to hold me for a big ransom. He knew that you would pay up big to have me back unharmed…" he voice cracks, "dad, if Paul wasn't there when he was… I-I don't know where I'd be right now," she says in a low but audible voice. Her back is facing me, but I can tell she isn't looking into her father's eyes by the position of her head. There was no mistake though; Cyrus is staring back at her. But this time, it isn't a harsh glare; it's more of a sympathetic look. But when he looks at me, his glare returns and my body goes stiff.

He starts to walk towards me with his hands behind his back. "So Casanova, you saved my daughter?"

"Yes sir," I reply with confidence, of course not confident enough to look into his eyes. I steal a glace and then returned to looking straight ahead.

"Do you want a medal?"

Isn't your daughter's life worth more? I do not dare say it out loud.

"Could he stay here for a while?" asks Dawn.

Cyrus looks surprized, I don't blame him.

He steps back a few steps 'til his daughter is in full view. "What?"

She pauses before answering, "Paul needs a place to stay, he was kicked out. And, you know, since he saved my life, I figured we owe him this much."

He looks at her in disbelief and then gives me a stern look, approaches me once more, and bends down so that he is at eye-level with me.

"I don't trust you Sicara," he spits out my name almost in disgust, "but you did save my daughter, so I guess it's okay. But believe me boy; don't think you'll get accepted easily. Remember, you're still a Sicara and your every move with be watched like a hawk. Okay?" He was about to take a few steps back, till, "Oh, and lay a hand on my daughter, and boy Sicara, you and I," a pause, "we'll have problems."

Don't worry sir, trust me, it's not her I'm going after. Again, I don't say my thought aloud.

"Dawn, the room he'll be staying in will be the room two doors down from yours, on the right, mind bringing him?" he asks, not waiting for an answer as he leaves the room.

This will not be the most pleasant stay. My family name is like venom in the Berlitz manor, my actual presence will be like a virus.

Dawn turns to me. "Do you have your bags in the car?"

I nod my head. "I'll help you with them."

"Its fine," I reject, it's not like a brought fifty bags.

She shrugs as I walk out the front door.

While walking to the car, I turn my phone on. Almost three seconds later, my phone vibrates. Ash's name is displayed on the screen.

"Hello?"

"Where are you?" he asks in alert.

"At the Berlitz residence," I say almost in question.

"I cannot believe you're going through with dad's stupid plan!"

"It's not stupid! Ash, Cyrus was the reason we were on the street years ago."

"Years ago, years ago Paul, let it go; no need to take his life away!" he sounds almost pleading.

"I'm going to do what I have to," with that I hang up on my brother. He tried calling back twice after. I didn't pick up, he gave up.

I take my two gym bags full of clothes and small possessions and head back inside.


DAWN

My dad probably doesn't want to speak with me after that. First, I leave home without a body guard, and second, I invite a Sicara into our home; to live with us no less. I really had no intention of it being like this, but it is what it is.

I sigh, that's when Paul walks back in.

"Follow me," I say while going up the stairs.

I know exactly what room my father is talking about. This room is a normal bedroom except it has cameras. My dad designed it for when people sleep over. When I said he trusts no one, I meant it. Most of this house is filled with cameras. Not that there's anyone that really watches them, but if something happens, we have evidence. His room, my room, and his office are the only ones camera-free.

While Paul and I walk up the stairs, I decide to tell him that his room is under surveillance.

"Seriously?"

I nod my head, "when my dad said that he'd watch you like a hawk, he meant it."

"Paranoid much."

"Yeah, he doesn't trust anyone, especially you."

"Eesh, I'm not going to kill the guy," he counters.

We reach his door. "Probably not, but he doesn't want to take chances. It'll take a while before you actually earn his trust."

I put my hand on the door knob, "this is your room, if you need to get changed, the bathroom will give you its privacy." I twist the knob open and swing the door forward.

The room is fit for a king, there are large windows that are covered by a heavy crimson red draping. The king-sized bed is placed head rest to wall. The comforter is mostly red with gold design. Straight across from the bed is a grand dresser with a mirror, next to it, the door to the bathroom.

"This is really big," he says taking a few steps into the guestroom.

"Glad you like it?" Maybe?

"Uh, right." He opens his bags and puts his clothes into the dresser.

"Are you going to stand there all day?" How long was I watching?

"What's it to you!" I snap back.

"Your staring bothers me."

I'm taken aback, "A simple thank you would suffice."

He rolls his eyes at me. Did he just roll his eyes at me?

"Unless you've forgotten, I'm the reason for the roof over your head!" I say stepping closer to him.

"Unless you've forgotten, I'm the reason you're home safe! We're even."

"UGH!" I throw my hands up in the air as I storm off. "Ungrateful jerk!"


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