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When you're on the verge of death at the hands of someone though torture, bullets, or some other method, it was different from dying in the depths of the ocean.
That type of death felt lonely. An end where you knew your death was approaching as your lungs began to fill with water after enduring minutes of internal burning and the craving for air.
Then there was the sensation of your body filling with water, and the way you endured every bit of it while your limbs were too numb, so you’d drift further down to the bottom. You end up at the deepest part of the ocean as your soul finally begins to leave your body, and it seems like that's what makes you light enough for your body to drift back up to the surface so that someone -anyone -may find and acknowledge your horrendous death.
I'd endured a death like that once, and I only returned to the living thanks to Onyx. We’d never spoken about it again, but this brought up all those emotions and the fact that I still feared swimming too deeply in these very waters.
Someone must have known this. Knew about the weakness I carried. My father...or someone he told.
I couldn’t think about it anymore as I fought to calm down. When I wasn’t a sobbing mess, Aurelia had enough magic to create some clothes for me. Then we slowly made our way off the rocks and found a path that took us to the beach that was near the bridge.
We made it to the main street where she signaled for a taxi, and after giving the address to Onyx's place, she let me rest my head on her shoulder, the banging continuing to assault me the whole ride there.
I have to be strong. I've always had to be. I won't let this cripple me. They couldn’t stop me.
That was all I needed to keep repeating to myself to reel in the person I'd worked hard to create. The Willow who fought all the obstacles before her and worked to be victorious at every challenge.
This can’t happen again...or I'll lose it.
Back From The Dead And Under Our Forbidden Radar
~SAINT~
My eyes darted between Dimitris,who was alternating between Russian and French, and Neo, who was absolutely silent.
Silent, no emotion, absolutely void of everything, which makes me worry he's the one who's going to snap first and not Dimitris.
I was the only one staying still. Onyx was on the verge of breaking the remote of the 98" 8K HD flat-screen TV on the wall of his living room while Jayce was knocking his fist nervously against the black marble of the kitchen island, his eyes darting all over the screen of his laptop as he viewed footage of the events that transpired moments earlier from multiple video cameras.
This is bad.
When we got the alert that something seemed off on the bridge from one of our hidden observers, we didn't have a chance to assess the heavy traffic that was being reported on LIVE news when the cement truck suddenly turned and crashed right into a black Royce from the side.
The action was clearly plotted out; other cars on the very packed highway were suddenly out of the way on both sides, leading to the Royce being pushed from one half of the bridge to the other.
Until it went right over the edge with the truck.
I'd had my share of my life passing before my eyes, but watching that entire thing unfold before my intense gaze was like having my very life source sucked out of me.
None of us moved, breathed, or probably had the ability to think as we watched the long drop of the black car before it crashed into the surface of the ocean waters below.
The moment it hit we all seemed to clue into the biggest problem that we were now currently facing.
That was Willow's work car.
We'd been speaking to her only moments earlier, but the conversation went from fun to high alert with the mention of Elizabeth.
Elizabeth Orlando Bloom. Yes. Her actual name on her damn birth certificate. I bet her parents knew she'd be a bitch and decided to make her suffer with a name that was questionably related to the classic movie star.
Elizabeth was Dimitris's ex. I didn't even want to think about her insignificant self and how she forced herself to date Dimitris. It was a big error of judgment. One of the mistakes Dimitris vowed to never make again.
It was why he was surely struggling to even let Willow truly into his life and heart. Elizabeth tore every heartstring. Stomped on his hope and beliefs. Shot his ego, pride, and dreams. She was the definition of the Devil wearing Prada, only she wore tight dresses that didn't compliment her and Adidas running shoes for the kick of it, and she expected everyone else to buy her everything she possibly needed under the sun.
After we found the way to get her out of our lives, I wasn't sure Dimitris would date a woman again. He was left with far too many internal scars, hidden from the outside world, but slathered all over his heart that had closed itself off from receiving affection again.
He was actually trying to work on those issues. Attempting to open himself up to Willow with little actions. Giving roses to Willow when she never asked for them. Ordering us to watch her around the clock with Onyx so we could assure her safety. Accepting her into the pack with the contract was probably the biggest shocker to all of us because, after Elizabeth, we simply assumed we'd never have a female in our pack again.
No one would get close to us again. Not to our bodies, our hearts, or our lives.
