All Chapters of Forever His: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

(Aubrey’s P.O.V.)Shortly after, Eliza comes back with Fiona, whose eyes are reddened because she has been crying. Fiona takes a seat next to me. I feel sorry for what that strange girl said to her, Fiona seems nice, I thought so since I saw her during our fertility test.“Are you okay?” I ask in a whisper.Fiona straightens her back at the sound of my voice. She looks askance at me, she clearly distrusts me for being an Eel. After a few seconds, she nods. “Yes, I am better now, thank you,” she replies with caution.I press my lips together. I should not have asked her anything, I am not her classmate, nor a regular Bearer, I can not pretend to act normally and for my group to accept me.At lunchtime, we walk to the cafeteria in pairs. The cafeteria is a rectangular ample room, the serving area is to the right, and on the far end of the place there is a small wooden stage and a microphone, I guess sometimes they make announcements during lunch.We walk to the table marked with the numb

I get in the black car. The motor is very silent, it barely makes a sound as we drive away, it must be an expensive car. It is the first time I’m in it, I look around as I enjoy the smell: leather mixed with his cologne. I like it.“Are you okay?” The commander asks me while he drives. “You look pale.”“Yes, commander, I’m just hungry. I forgot to eat breakfast," I say as I look out the window."I have a granola bar stored here," he says, opening the glove compartment without taking his eyes from the road. “I often forget to eat breakfast so I always have something to eat in the car.”"Thanks," I say quietly and reach into the glove compartment to find the granola bar, but instead my fingers find a metal object. I instantly pull out my hand. “That's a gun,” I declare surprised."Oh yeah, sorry about that."

Today is Free Day, the one day a week we don’t have to go to the Ministry we belong to. I used to spend Free Days with my family or hanging out with friends, but I don’t have either now and I wake up not knowing what the day is going to be like at the commander’s house. I am aware that security is not something that can take a day off, so the Shark Units take turns to stay on guard certain Free Days but I ignore if today is going to be the 9th Unit’s turn or not. I lay on the bed waiting for the commander to say or do something but he’s just staring at his phone. So I assume he is in no hurry to get to the Ministry of Bravery, that means this is his Free Day too. “Could you go make breakfast, I’m getting hungry,” the commander mutters without taking his eyes from his phone.

(Leopold’s P.O.V.)I step into my office and I plonk myself down on my chair as I let out a long sigh. I close my eyes for a moment, for the first time in years, I feel great and liberated. Maybe I am being silly, but I finally feel free from that wicked woman’s shadow. I guess I have to thank Aubrey for providing me with the perfect excuse to get rid of Grace’s belongings, I have been wanting to get rid of them for years, but I always feared people would admonish me for not keeping something to remember my late Bearer by. For the sake of appearances, I had to show that I was honoring her memory, even if deep down I loathed Grace with all my heart. Now, if anyone asks, I will just say that I did not want my new Bearer to feel uncomfortable being surrounded by my Grace’s belongings. Something good came out of this after all. I just finished my morning workout, I feel lighter and renewed like I just lost a ton of weight after throwing all of her stuff in the garbage.After resting for a

I lift my head and watch the car drive away at full speed. Once the aggressors are gone, I take Matron Mary Ann by the arms and I drag her to the sidewalk at the other end. The Matron is a heavy woman but the adrenaline through my veins helps me take her to safety.Once we are on the sidewalk, I check how she is. Matron Mary Ann’s forehead is bleeding profusely. I take off my light sky blue sweater and I press it against the wound on her forehead. Very quickly the sweater is tinted red. “What happened?” The Matron asks disoriented.“We were attacked,” I say, worried that help won’t arrive on time.“Attacked? Wretched Eels!” Matron Mary Ann exclaims and then she winces. She is in a lot of pain.“Are you all right?” A male voice asks worriedly.I look up and see two men wearing worker’s yellow jumpsuits running towards us.“No, we are not. We need an ambulance, please, we were attacked,” I reply still pressuring the bleeding wound even though I fear I am not really helping her.“Don't