Gripping On To The Truth

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Chapter 20 (v.1)

Submitted: July 23, 2013

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Ok, I just want to apologize to everyone because I've been AWOL for so long. I had some intense stuff going on in my life and writing really was not at the top of my priority list. Things have finally straightened out and I'm in a clearer headspace haha. Trust me, if I tried to write befor this you all would've been shocked by the random gibberish haha. So, I'm super sorry for going AWOL but I'm back and ready to write:) thank you all.

The long awaited: Chapter 20

The phrase 'my blood ran cold', finally made sense to me. I felt a mixture of shock and horror. He's here. My father is here.

"You're not going to say hi?" He asked, I could almost hear the Cheshire grin in his voice.

I couldn't let him talk. I know my father and he can twist anything with his words. He was a lawyer, he knows how to make people seem innocent or guilty. I didn't even stop to think before I reached out mentally and snapped open his mind. I almost laughed. One thing hasn't changed, he's still weak in the mind.

I spun around just in time to see him collapse on the ground. I didn't kill him, only knocked him out but I figured I'd have at least an hour before he awoke. I picked up the groceries and sprinted across the parking lot to the car and sped home.

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"I'm home." I shouted, slamming the door behind me.

"In the kitchen." Alec answered.

I walked in and threw the bags on the table.

"Guess who I saw." I said nonchalantly as I took the noodles out of the bag and grabbed a pot.

"Who?" Alec asked, slightly worried.

"My dad." I responded turning to the tap to fill up the pot. When there was no response I looked over my shoulder at him. He was standing with his mouth open in shock.

"Your dad?!" He half shouted.

"In the parking lot. I dealt with it. He's not dead though, so we might see him again."

"You dealt with it? What am I missing here? How are you so calm?" He rambled.

"I knocked him out. It's not a big deal."

"This is your father we're talking about. The same man who tried to murder you."

"Oh right," I said sarcastically, " I forgot about that."

"You shouldn't be joking about this!" He grabbed my shoulders and spun me around, the water still running.

Despite the foggy type haze I was in, my body still tensed at being stuck between him and the counter.

"This isn't a joking matter Fyre! You could've been hurt." He said, his hands still on my shoulders.

"But I wasn't. I dealt with it. It's over. What am I suppose to do? What was I supposed to do? I handled it and now it's over, ok?" I hissed.

" I can't-I can't let anything happen to you." He said quietly, eyes meeting mine. I could feel my eyebrows furrow in confusion. "It's my job." He corrected quickly.

I didn't say anything, just stared at him. He stared back, almost defiantly as though he wanted me to question his correction. I didn't. It's true. It is his job. The only reason anyone stays around me is because they have to. I should know by now. My eyes flicked up to his.

My eyes flicked back up to his and I was momentarily stunned. His eyes were shockingly blue. I had never seen them so blue. The contrast between his eyes and his black hair was-

I jumped forward with a shriek. I had left he water on in the sink and it was plugged and had begun to overflow. My head hit his chest and his arms dropped to my hips. For a moment we stayed that way, shocked. Then he glanced up over my shoulder and burst out laughing before shutting off the sink. He looked at me and we both bent over laughing so hard my gut hurt.

Finally, when we had both stopped laughing, we grabbed cloths and began cleaning up the water. I drained the sink and put the water on the stove. I stood there with my hands on the counter.

"Thank you." I said.

" For what?" He asked, confused.

"Worrying about me. Even if it is your job." I said, quietly, before turning and leaving the kitchen.

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He found me in the training room which had become my safe haven. I was throwing knives at a target. Each one hit bullseye with a thunk.

"Dinners," thunk, "ready." He said.

"Fine. I'll be there in a few." I said, throwing the last target before walking over to it to collect them all.

"I'll wait." He said.

Whatever. I ripped the knives out and walked the the weapons room to put them away. When I came out he was still standing by the door. I shrugged and tried to walk past him. He threw his arm out to stop me. I turned to face him, the door frame digging into my spine.

"I didn't mean it the way it sounded." He said.

"Mean what?" I asked.

"That I only worry about you because it's my job."

"Oh that. Don't worry about it." I said, turning to leave. "You're not the first to be stick with me. And definitely not the last."

He grabbed my waist and pressed me to the doorframe again, almost roughly.

"You are more than just my job." My eyes flicked up to his. They were bright again.

He stepped forward. Our toes touched. I could feel his breath. My stomach tightened. Suddenly, I was hit with the unexplainable fear again. I was stuck between him and the doorframe. Nowhere to go. I tensed and my breathing quickened. Alec stepped back and looked at me with a mixture of curiousity and worry. I looked down at my feet.

"I'm not hungry." I whispered then hurried to my room.

A/N

Soooo..... How was it?? It's been a while I'm kinda rusty bit it feels so goo to get out there again. Get all these words written down. I totally missed this. Hope you guys like it haha. A lot of Intertesting stuff huh? Kinda got the ball rolling on all the Alec/Fyre stuff. If I have any errors let me know. My editor is in Germany hahah. As always, I would love any comments, likes whatever. Especially comments. I really love those. And I don't usually do this but I will this time, I am dedicating this chapter to MyHeartIsARadio for being super helpful in a really hard time:) luv ya all! Danke!


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