Chapitre 5: Leaving 2.

Recommended song: Finesse - Only a lifetime.

Aiden

"Why should I?" I asked him, turning to face him. "Why do I have to beg him?" What did I do so wrong? because I don't even know what I should be begging for at this point.

For all I know, all my life I have been treated like shit for being born or do I have to apologize for that? Do I have to apologize for being born?

"Listen, Aiden," He grabbed my arm and I shuffled my gaze to his. His thumbs grazed my skin in a comforting way. When he gets this way, I have no choice but to listen to him.

"I have done some research about that school. Terrible things happen there. Our kind gets murdered there... Recently, a student was also murdered and he was one of us. Worst of all, nothing gets done about it". As he spoke, his desperation clouded his concern.

"I don't want you to go there". He breathed out with slight hesitation. "I can't lose you, Aiden".

His words registered in my head and for a slight moment there my dead heart quickened.

Why was this sounding like a confession?

He exhaled, taking his eyes down before bringing them up to look at me again. "So can you please just beg him?"

He was trying to talk me into doing the last thing I will ever do which was begging my father. And I'd rather die in that place, than beg a man that wants me out of his life.

I looked at Ashton with so much disappointment that my orbs grew moist without realizing it. "I'd rather die than beg him". I end the conversation with those words, walking out on him and out of the mansion.

I know he was looking out for me but at times like these, I expect him to stand by my side when I make decisions that didn't just come easily.

I didn't just wake up one morning and decide to live without my father for no reason. This was a decision that was long made in my heart from all the pent up anger I never unleashed.

I heard his steps behind me but I didn't stop till I got to the car.

It didn't feel right to leave like this but I didn't want to be talked out of doing it.

George immediately opened the door of the car, bowing slightly again with a slight nod, gesturing to me to get in and I did.

I know I shouldn't be fighting with my best friend when we were parting ways and probably were never going to see each other but he left me no choice.

I turn to look at him one last time from the window of the car and my heart ached from the look on his face. He was also helpless about the whole situation but couldn't do anything about it.

He didn't want to see me leave. He took gentle steps towards the car and knocked on the glass, urging me to wine it down and I did.

With both palms resting on the car, his eyes stayed unwavered on me, tracing my every feature before parting his lips to speak.

"You'll come back alive, right?" He asked, looking like a man that was about to lose everything.

"I'm immortal, asshole". I tell him and he chuckled with his canines, still looking at me while slowly moving away from the car.

It was his way of telling me go ahead.

My eyes stayed on him and before I know it, the car started moving.

We drifted apart.