《The Vale》Chapter Twenty
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Having a moment, weight on my shoulders
I can't describe just how I feel
Don't have to say it, look at my face and
You know exactly what I mean
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I can feel the life slipping out of me, I wish the pain can just stop. Is there not an on and off switch to turn off the pain.
"Stop!" I scream for a man in a black cloak, a hat covering his face but I can see his clenched jaw and the cane. "Please," I beg in a broken voice.
Chained to the floor like some sort animal. The men in Black cloak start walking around me, circling me like am a ritual.
"Look at you!" One of them voice out.
"Weak!" Another adds.
"Pathetic!"
"A disgrace!"
"Miserable!"
They all stop at the same time and take a step closer to me, it is a coordinated plan. "Just like her Mother," They whisper.
I can feel my head aching, my body burning up, I have no choice but to let go, I want to be strong, I want to take it all in but I can't, I can't, I just can't.
A low groan leaves my mouth as I feel a pair of hands on me. My eyes shot open as the nightmare disperse into memory fragments. I am hyperventilating and I can feel sweat dripping from my forehead.
I see Dean and Damien standing over me, looking worried as ever. "Are you okay?" Dean asks.
I close my eyes and use my hand to rub my face. "Hmm," I hum and sit upright. "My head hurts," I slurp, I think am still a little high from my dream.
"Look here," Damien says and I do has he says. "This will help," He offers as he places his hand on my forehead.
He murmurs something as I feel the headache slipping away until it's all disappears. "Thanks, am all right," I say as I hug my legs to myself.
Dean and Damien are sitting on my bed infront of me, I look around for Jessica but she's nowhere to be found. "Where is Jess?"
"She's in class, she wanted to stay with you but I convinced her to go to class," Dean explains.
I nod in understanding. "That's great, school is important, so what are you guys doing here?"
Dean and Damien look at each other and then at me. "Tell us what happened," Damien demands in a very rude way, am too exhausted to fight him so I'll let it go.
"Ask Jessica," I huff. As much I'd like to revisit that memory, I'd like for it to stay like that.
"We could, I mean we tried to but none of them were able to give a clear story," Dean explains.
I frown at that statement. "What do you mean by that? They were there, they saw what happened," Am raising my voice now.
Dean sighs. "I know but none of them were able to recollect the whole thing, not Jessica, Nate and definitely not Roman. They knew something happened but they can't explain it," He says.
"We think the Chemistry Professor did something to their memories, so tell us what happened," He asks.
I lick my bottom lips as I recollect what happened, I don't even need to recollect it, it's stained to my memory like a virus.
"After my chemistry test yesterday, Professor Holme called me back, we talked, he asked about my visit to Australia and I told him I didn't go anywhere, I left his office and met up with Nate, Jessica and Alyssa-"
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"Alyssa Chain?" Dean asks and I nod.
"Had a few run in with Alicia Chain and Penelope. On our way to the dorm, I got a call from my parents attorney and told me about their death.... Actually their murder. I got angry and stormed off to confront Roman, he denied but said about them having something on him, he told me to stay away from them and that's when Professor Holme showed me and almost vaporized my brain, I think I passed out."
I chew the inside of my cheek. "Woke up in the same place we saved Jessica, and I saw Theo, Sebastian and George-"
"As in George Holme, The High Lord?"
I nod. "Yeah that George Holme. Said some stuff about my parents and the fact that they are alive. Is it true?" I ask Dean.
He scratches back of his neck. "Am not sure, I can't feel him or your Mother," He says in a resign tone.
"So they left you with ArihmaTheo to die?" Damien asks.
"Theo wasn't trying to kill me, George orders were 'Make her wish she was dead," I quote and try to shake the memory away.
"He was forcing your soul self out of your body knowing that the power damping cuffs won't let you go out," Damien shakes his head in disbelief. "He knew that was the only thing that can make you wish you were dead, impressive," He says.
Is it my hearing or did Damien just called my almost death experience impressive? Honestly what is wrong with this guy.
"How did you find me, how did you know I was missing?" I ask curiously. No one except Jessica, Nate and Roman knew what happened and no one knew where I was.
Dean looks at Damien. "I found you," He reveals. My mouth open to talk but he beat me to it. "I was watching you," He says.
He is not making any sense. "What do you mean by that?"
He shrugs. "I was watching you the whole time, I saw Sebastian teleport you out of Roman's room, I didn't know where you were at first, I had the Gemini witches do a location spell for me, that's how I found you," He confesses.
Make sense. "So....." I release the hold on my leg and tuck it crossed behind my butt. "You were stalking me the whole time?"
"With my permission," Dean says.
I nod. "I understand that you both have a sacred role to protect the member of the Royal family but you don't have to invade my personal space. You saved me, thank you for that but I don't need you guys to save me all the time," I tuck the loose strand of hair behind my hair as I talk. I know I sound like a broken record because all Dean and Damien want to do is help me. I really don't want them to see me like that, it's bad enough that my real parents are dead my adopted are also gone, murdered by the same man.
I don't want to be a damsel in distress. I need to be able to fight my own battle without having to look back for someone.
I feel Dean's hand on my thigh. "You are one of the strongest person I know, Cami. Am sorry if I show you otherwise. I watched you grow and all the time you were always fighting, standing tall for what you believe."
I feel tears rolling down my cheeks. "Can I go somewhere? I need to think," I say.
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Dean raises his eyebrows in question. "What... what do you mean?"
"I can't be here knowing Roman and Sebastian are around watching my every move, am a danger to you, to everyone, I need to leave and go somewhere far from here," I announce.
"You want to run?" Damien asks.
I shrug. Do I want to run?
"I guess."
"Run now and you'll always be running," He says.
"I guess I'll take my chances," I don't even know what to think.
This is all too much for me.
"They found you after sixteen years, Cami. Trust me they'll do it again," Dean adds.
"What do you want me to do then?" I throw my hand out in clear frustration. "I am not powerful enough to stop them, well again, I can't even control my powers, I don't know anything about my powers, how they work, I know nothing. I can't even defend myself properly in a combat," I complain.
"You should have just said you needed more training," Damien smirks.
I raise my eyebrows at him. I sense something mischievous. "I know a place," He offers.
Dean looks at Damien and at me. "You not seriously considering what I think you are?" He asks Damien.
"She wants to train and I know a place," He says.
Dean groans and shakes his head. "Are you sure?"
I nod. "Yep," Making sure the p pops out.
He closes his eyes. "You don't even know where he is taking you," He reminds me and he has a point.
"I trust him."
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I close my backpack and sigh. "All set to go?" Jessica asks behind me.
She is sitting on her bed, looking really sad. She keeps using her hand to tame her curls and it's fun to watch. I know she wants to follow me, it took a lot of convincing to get her to stay. She has a whole bright future ahead of her, I won't be the one standing in the way of that.
The school is not done with the mid term, I know it's a dick move to skip school at this moment but I have no choice but to do this. I might have to retake this semester because I have learned nothing but my friend's betrayal in this school.
I haven't forgiven Dean entirely because we haven't had the chance to talk things through, I know he loves me and will never do anything to harm me, I just wish he told me sooner instead of me having to find out the way I did, which also caused me my parents.
I don't think I can even get over their deaths because in a way, everything is all my fault, and I can't get the last conversation I had with my Dad off my head. If only I had just stayed and listened to him, he tried to warn me, he tried to tell me but I didn't listen, I know that now.
I hope I can settle my mind where Damien is taking me, he said it's some kind of Monastery or some kind. Honestly, I don't care if it's Antarctica I just want to learn to control my powers and to learn how to defend myself with a sword and hand-to-hand.
I nod. "Yes," I place my backpack on the floor and sit on my bed.
She sighs and tuck the loose strand of her hair behind her ear. "Do you know when you'll be back?" I know she's trying everything in her power to keep herself from crying.
I shake my head. "I don't know but I guess it's when am done and ready to return," I answer her.
She nods. "What if you are never ready?"
She's right. Am going there to heal, what if I never heal? What if I never get better?
"We'll deal with that when the time comes," I whisper.
She jumps out of her bed and rush to my side. "Then let me come with you, I don't care about school or anything, just let me come with you and we'll figure it out together," She begs.
I remove my hand from hers and shake my head. "No! Jessica please let me do this alone, and I promise to talk to you every day. We can Astral Project ourselves, that way we can talk face to face, Jessica-"
"I understand that you need to do this on your own but you'll be alone there, wherever there is."
I take a deep breath and say. "I won't be alone, I have Damien and I know am safe with him," I assure her.
She smiles sadly. "If you say so," She whispers.
I smile. "Do me a favor and don't tell anyone including Nate, I don't want them to know where I am, if anyone asks where I am just tell them to ask The Headmaster," I say.
She nods. "Am really going to miss you, this place will be so empty and boring without you," She jokes.
I chuckle. "More room for you and Nate, just don't get your shit on my bed," I tell her and she laughs.
The door of my room is suddenly yank open, revealing Damien and Dean. Jessica sighs as she see them. "Guess it's time to go."
I nod and stand up from the bed. "This isn't good bye, I'll be seeing you soon," I inform Jessica as I pull her into a tight hug.
She wraps her arms around me and sob quietly. "Don't ever forget me," She tells me.
"I won't," I whisper and pull away from her.
I sigh as I stand in front of Dean. I have so many things to say to him but I have no clue where to start. "Am still mad at you," I tell him.
He chuckles. "I know," He replies curtly.
I smile. "I miss you," I don't know what I was thinking saying such cheesy stuff.
He sighs and pulls me into a hug. "You are not going away forever. We'll be here waiting."
Damien clears his throat, obviously irritated by what we are doing. I roll my eyes and pat Dean's back. "Let me go, old man."
He pulls away from me reluctantly. I pick up my backpack from the ground and sling it on my shoulder and approach Damien.
"Ready to go big guy?" He nods. He holds his hands out and I take it.
I take Damien's hand and raise my head to look at Jessica and Dean, Jessica is wiping her tears while Dean is just standing looking at us sadly.
"Do it," Damien orders his Father.
Dean sighs and raises his hands forward like he did with the sisters of the dark, a portal opens. I look down at my conjoined hands with Damien and look at Jessica as Damien and I step into the portal.
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💗,Milia
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