On the trivialities of things, was my love a Betrayal?

Years ago when I was a little kid, my father and I usually visited Uncle Serbian when he was not a NUTHEAD and evil, and my father would discuss with him about business issues while Lysterr and I would play on the neatly-cut lawn.

usually, it was truth or dare, Sometimes I dare Lysterr to run around the house- hos father's apartment other times, I will ask him to tell me what he lobes the most. That was it, an innocent girl having fun. While on the other hand, Lysterr was mischievous as always, he would dare me to eat black sand or grass while he laughs mockingly.

He would even pinch me on the cheek and run away. Letting out a big scream, Mom would rush to me, consoling me while applying some sun-burn cream on my redden cheeks.

Does incidents created a strain between my mom and Serbian's mom; ( who was alive as of then ) infact it did between me and Lysterr, we never loved each other as family again. I and mom stopped visiting Serbian family because of tge bullying.

Mom told father about Lysterr's unruly behavior.

"I will talk to my brother concerning his son" Father reassured us.

But, whether he did that, we cant tell because mom and I stopped visiting Serbian's family entirely.

How TIME flies! How things CHANGE!!

Years ago, we are a family In Love. Today, we have become our sole enemies. Here I am now, seeking revenge for what the Serbian has done.

I walked swiftly through the terrain to the front porch, scared, but REVENGE got a bigger grip on me. 

"No matter what, i must get the information i needed today" I swore beneath my breath.

Actually, 1108 Crescent Street was a silent, potable edifice with a front porch. Climbing the stairs to the front door, I knocked.

I sensed movements behind on the other side of the door.

"Oh! "Look who is here." Lysterr, Serbian's son, looking all shaggy and disoriented (it seems he was drinking liquor earlier on), gave me a sneering remark.

"... Come to check if your lousy father is here."

That was it! THAT WAS THE LIMIT I COULD TAKE.

I quickly pounced on his back from the doorway, like a predator attacking his prey. We had a brawl as we kicked and rolled on the floor all the way from the passage to the living room.

Lysterr was already changing; his first punch sent his claws gnawing deep into my left ribs.

With the pain, I let out a loud groan.

"You piece of shit!"

Spontaneously, I bite into his neck, draining the life out of him. To my surprise, he couldn't fight back. 

I could taste his alcohol-induced blood. Just like that, in a matter of seconds, I had a flashbackof what Serbian did to my father the night I was banished. Where he was and his condition.

The basement was on another side of town, at the outskirts. Right there, Father sat on the cold and dirty floor, looking famished and homeless.

I stumbled back, legs suddenly weak, and sank to the floor. The room swam before my eyes, and I stared—blank and hollow—at Lysterr’s still form.

He was gone.

And I was left with the weight of what I’d done... and the desperate hope that I’d found my father in time.

What have I done? I questioned myself. I knew that no matter what happened, the outcome of what I did would be disastrous. I had killed the sole bloodlineof my own pack leader, Serbian's only SON.

"I am not afraid," I reassured myself, shoving aside the feeling of guilt and remembering the humiliation, shame, and captivity of my own father caused by Serbians.

Little droplets of tears fell from my eyes; I wiped them with my kerchief.

All I wanted right now was to find Kent, lean on his strong broad shoulders, and tell him that I had a brawl with the son of the alpha of my pack, which eventually led to his death. 

I wanted to call Kent but brushed away the idea.

I hope Kent would be able to understand that what I had done is for the both of us, for the sake of our future together.

"He will."I spoke out loudly.

Confidently, I already knew he would do anything to protect me.

"I am ready for whatever might come."

What was I going to do now?. NOTHING! but to prepare for the worst that could happen.

Gently, I started the ignition and drove off before twilight. 

***

Reaching home, I was feeling unrest and dizzy; I had actually done something despicable and dishonorable. Maybe a little shower could calm my nerves.

Showered, I walked toward the kitchen; something for dinner might help. I stared at the pack of cereal lying on the marble lining of the kitchen pane.

"Nope, not hungry, just tired," I muttered to myself.

I gently switched off the kitchen light and drifted to my room. Still feeling uneasy and dizzy, I grabbed my phone that was lying on the bed and dialed.

"Sweet berry, what's up? I have been calling you all day but couldn't reach you. What's up?"

“Kent…” My voice cracked, the tears making every word heavy. “I need you… please. Just come.”

There was a beat of silence on the line, then his voice—low, certain, and impossibly gentle. “I’m on my way, love. Lock the door. Wait for me.”

Fifteen minutes later, I heard the soft growl of his car outside. My chest loosened just knowing he was close.

The front door opened, his familiar scent—clean leather and a hint of cedar—filling the air before I even saw him. He stepped into my room, eyes sweeping over me with such worry that my throat closed up.

“Come here,” he said softly. I went, and his arms were around me instantly, pulling me against the steady rise and fall of his chest. My cold fingers curled into his shirt, and I felt the beat of his heart under my palm.

“I’ve got you,” he whispered into my hair. “Nothing else matters right now. Just you.”

It was already dawn,yet Kent stayed curled around me, his scent warm and intoxicating.

"Good morning, Sunshine."

He kissed me gently on the lips.

"Good morning," I said with a smile, as a wave of affectionate warmth washed over me.

" I watched you sleep last night,like a new born curled up in my arms" 

"You did?"

"Of course," Kent rose from the bed and stared at the standing mirror, built into the wardrobe as part of décor. He was putting on his pants.

"Silly you" I giggled, throwing one of the pillows at him. It caught him off guard.

"You want to play? Right. Two can play this game"

Kent picked the pillow from the floor and tossed it at me lightly. I let out an amused scream, giggling hard.

"You are mean" I joked, amidst the giggles that sent tears down my cheek.

"Am I, my queen?"

Kent hopped back into the bed, holding firm my shoulders, in a warm cuddle.

"Yes, you are mean in love and affection, and you have a sense of humour too"

"Wow, that is a whole lot of definition for one man. That means, I am a sophisticated personality?"

"Hahaha"I chuckled in laughter, " Of course you are but, you never knew and you keep amusing me the more"

"Well then, I am a joker, ain't I?"

I screamed more in laughter, feeling much alive and eased from all worries.

"I love you Cherry Bee"

"I love you too, my shining armour".

I laid my head on his chest, fiddling with the hair on his chest.

A peaceful silence passed. Tranquil and reassuring- a moment of two lovers perfectly at ease.

"I told you about Lysterr last night, right?"

I looked up to his face and slowly whispered.

"Yes you did" 

Kent's facial expression was stern, he was lost in thought for a while. 

"Well, the deed had be done. It was not your fault anyway. That Lysterr guy, got what he deserved. First, he attacked you, you acted on self-defense."

"I just don't know what might be Serbian's next move. I am scared"

"Hey! Don't be scared" 

Kent kissed me on the forehead. I looked into his big blue-eyes. Their was something in him that just kept me at ease -His masculine confidence. 

" Oh Kent, you are a darling. I love you"

"I will go into the fire and towards the storm for you, my love"

"I love you'

"I have spoken to my father concerning Serbian, the banishment and your father. He assured me that he will be sending message to Serbian very soon."

"Kent what if? Serbian never answers to your father. I know my uncle. He is unpredictable."

"Then, I and my father will continue to protect you and your parents", Kent asserted, reassuring me that their was nothing to be afraid of.

"We are affluent enough to grant you and your parents asylum and protection wherever you choose, Just name it"

"I know Kent, I know" My fingers tickling from his chest to his belly button." I am not running away, not without my father "

I slipped from Kent's hold and sprang from the bed. Walking up to the window, I stared at the thicket outside.

"I must save him"

"Do you know where he is?"

"Yes, I do. Something strange happened when Lysterr died. I was in a trance and it was blurry and unclear, but I saw this basement somewhere in the outskirts"

"What address?" Kent questioned.

I tried hard to remember but, it was of no avail.

Kent quickly moved up behind me so quietly that I startled when his warm whisper brushed my ear:

"We got this. Just take it easy on yourself, let me make breakfast and a hot tea for you"

***

"Caro, are you listening?"

Getrude, my coworker,stared hesitantly at me.

"What?"

"I was asking if you heard what the boss said".

" What was it? "

Gertrude seemed surprised. She sighed.

"Wow, girl. I thought I was talking to a rock for a second."

I faked a smile and touched my head lightly. 

"Just feeling a little light headed today"

Gertrude,was already standing by the counter towards my desk. She moved forward, leaning over my desk while shifting the stack of books on it a bit.

" Girl, I am your friend. You can always talk to me, what is happening?"

"Nothing, it's fine"

Gertrude gazed at me for a while, still not sure 

Seems as if she could sense that something was bothering me.

I kept throbbing my fingers at my forehead.

"If you are unwell, you can go home. No many customers, I will handle the sales today. Incase the boss returns and asks about your where-about, I will tell him you were feeling unwell and had to leave for your doctor's appointment. Don't worry, I got you covered."

I was about to refuse Gertrude's kind gesture but...

"No girl, you need to go home and clear your head. You should have a nice rest. Maybe visit the doctor"

I stared at my wrist watch. It was almost 3:pm in the evening. I shuffled the files and kept them under the cupboard, filed the day's record to Gertrude, for her to continue in her desk.

"Thanks Gertrude, I really appreciate".

"No worry, and hey! 

She winks at me.

"Remember, you can always tell me anything"

"Thanks see you later " 

I left the shop, walking hurriedly towards my old car.

Inside the mazda, I called Kent.

"Hello" a female voice answered at the other end.

"Kent? Is he there,Patricia. Please give him the phone" 

My first guess was that it might his secretary,Patricia (she sometimes handles his phone calls) - but it seems I was wrong.

"Who is this? I am Kent's girlfriend, Laurica"

I froze in fear.

"Hello are you there?"....