《A Promise Kept》Chapter 8 Get to know you
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I want to know more about them, what their families are like what they are interested in, for fun an maybe how they discovered what powers they have.
Ryan checks his phone he must be texting Ian. he quickly types a reply and slips it back into his pocket. Seth and Ryan look at him.
"Its nothing just Ian checking in seeing where we are and how much longer we will be." He answers their look. His phone dings again. "He says be back in an hour," while replying to Ian, the other just nod in acknowledgement.
The waitress walks back up with more sway in her step then her first approach and starts handing out the food. Starting with the boys' all nice and gentle. They all start to dig in. when she gets to mine its unceremoniously plops it down. I look up her and if looks could kill I swear hers would have me beheaded. I smile nicely remembering my mom telling me to kill people with kindness, send them into a diabetic coma, "Thank you!" I say and her face goes blank before she walks away. I have drawn the tables attention to our waitress' actions by the angry looks upon ever single one of their faces. I smile and begin cutting the larger pieces of lettuce in my bowl.
The next fifteen minutes pass with us stuff our faces and me stealing fries from each other their plates. Once I am full I notice them slow down as well.
I ask "so were both of y'alls parents gifted or just one?"
I see both twins wince and Seth freezes. I didn't think it would be a problem to know about their parents considering they got an eye full of my family this morning.
But I stuck my foot in my mouth big time it would seem. "I'm sorry," I rush , "I didn't mean to be rude. I just wanted to know how someone's gift can be impacted by their parents." I am trying to back out of this conversation and do so quickly. "Just forget it ok, no big deal."
the twins take a drink at the same time and I notice Seth has put his burger down without taking another bite. I apparently hit a very sore subject. I look down just picking at what is on my plate trying to appear invisible.
I look out hidden behind my lashes and see the start of another silent conversation.
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What can I tell her without telling her the details Ian wants to keep from her. I have touched her enough to know she needs affection, the thing that has been lacking since her mother's death. She has been starved of it from her father who has drawn into himself the more that the days pass. She doesn't think she is worth loving but she has the biggest heart that I know and wants to love someone who is capable of returning the emotion.
Making a decision "my parents were both gifted bit I only got one gift. That being said my gift is one of the stronger talents out there and can take over someone and cause them to go crazy. But I wont," I wanted to assure her that her gift is a good thing but I screwed that all up.
She smiles at me and I breath easier. I don't know if the twins will tell their story. They only told Ian and I because we had to know.
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What are we going to tell her? we cant tell her the truth? Or at least not now, can we? I send Rhys a look and he has shrunk into himself it was always more difficult for him than me. We don't know who are parents are but the school has been our safe have since the age of nine. Rhys had it harder at the orphanage he was always someone's scapegoat or punching bag. I always tried to keep it form him even though I am the older twin I am slightly smaller, in build and height, than him.
We know we have to tell her but I want her to know especially before she get any deeper into this broken group of misfit boys. She deserve better. We would know better than anyone that she needs to be treated right. But what if we turn out like some of the bad groups. I couldn't let it happen for Rhys or me. We are better than that. But could we truly make her happy.
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Several minutes of silence pass after Seth informs me of his parents' situation. The tension in the air it makes the time feel longer. The questions keep piling in my head. Why are they say anything and Rhys looks like her is frozen not moving speaking or thinking, just barely breathing. Their bond dims with Rhys mental distance. I look to Ryan and he is staring at Rhys with concern in his eyes. He seems so strong and with one question I have crumpled him.
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"I am sorry" I say quietly I don't want to draw attention but I feel ike I have to say it.
Ryan looks at me and shoots me a small smile, telling me he doesn't blame me.
I feel Seth's hand in the booth and hold it giving the small comfort a small squeeze. I see a smile of sorts cause his eyes to crinkle.
I quickly squeeze his hand again before letting go and sliding out of my seat to kneel by Rhys. I have to make him better. He can't be broken because of me.
Bringing a breath in to my lungs I search inside myself and I see it I know how to fix this. I bring my hand up close to his face. He doesn't flinch just looks very wary of my hand. I pause for a minute before settling my hand gently on his cheek. Another minute passes before he leans into my hand. I let out a breath I had been holding.
"Rhys," I say gently, "Sweetie its ok I am here for you ..." and going on instinct I add, "and I wont leave you....ever." and it clicks for me. I am not sure but something just clicks into place. One small piece of a hidden puzzle slipped to where it should.
When I look at Seth I know he sees the confused look on my face. He looks about to ask a question but Rhys has come out of his frozen state and wraps his arms around my waist as he makes to stand up, pulling me into his strong arms giving me a gentle hug. i slowly wrap my arms around his neck settling my head on his chest listening to his heart beat and his even breathing. I sigh quietly in relief, thanking every hidden power out ther.
I look to Ryan, he seems relieved and a little bit I don't know...off put.
I realize that this is usually his job. That's doesn't normally happen at leat not out in the open. My face falls at this I caused this. I fixed it but if I didn't ask in the first place this wouldn't have happened in the first place. I feel like I am in a minefield and I just had to freeze with my foot in the air.
I look at Seth, his face has confusion but also more determination than anything. I don't understand but I send him a smile.
As Rhys sits he pulls me into his lap . I want to protest and am about to be I see Ryan shake his head. I nod and sink into Rhys' embrace, putting my head on his shoulder. I inhale trying to relieve the stress of today. Instead I take in Rhys' woodsy scent making me sink deeper into his arms but surprisingly I relax none-the-less.
Everything has been so weird today but as I snuggle into my cuddling partner I feel the day drain away. These boys have been lifesavers. I don't understand everything so far but I know they with help.
After fifteen minutes of silence and continued eating to pick up around their plates and set them together for easier clean up. The waitress comes back over leaving the ticket and picking up a few of the plates. She doesn't speak, flirt or anything other than her job. Good!
"We need to head back," Seth says as he goes around me to grab the ticket and lays money on the table. He and Ryan share a look, stupid silent conversations, but it causes Ryan to nod.
Rhys slides out and stands up slowly lowering me to the ground but at the same time grabbing my hand. As we walk out the door I feel him squeeze my hand, I tighten my hand and brush my arm against his.
We make out way to the SUV, Ryan opens my door and I slide to the middle. I look back. The twins are fighting over who gets to ride in the back with me. I send a pleading look to Ryan asking him to sit in front. He relents by holding his arm out gesturing for his win to climb in and he does. Once is he in Ryan shuts the door with a little more force than necessary.
I have to laugh because I have I feeling that will be happening a lot. I just hope they don't feel like I am favoring one over the other. they are guys of course they will but the time for a solution isn't now.
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