Us

Nova & Leo

I make my way inside, trying to ignore the rush of blood in my ears and the deafening decibels of the metronome in my chest. The rush calms down when my eyes meet with bright blue eyes, silently reassuring me.

If Leo was not here, I don't know what I'll do.

But I do know it won't be pretty. People who say they aren't capable of violence are liars. Everyone is capable of it. It's a matter of learning what will push you to that point.

I've spilled blood. Out of luck or whatever anyone wants to call it.

This crusade is fueled by love. A pretty, sparkling, soft emotion, capable of wreaking more havoc than hate.

Hate can't dig under the skin the way love does. It doesn't alter your cells or spark chemistry. You'd bleed for someone you love, never someone you truly hate. But hate holds a dark power of its own. And right now, both hate and love are driving my decisions.

I'm volatile and angry.

Terrified and nervous.

As I look at the man I call my father, bound, and bruised