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Chap. Sixteen "Your most beautiful flower."

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Shadows covered the world, night had fallen with its characteristic chill, the moon shone faintly at the highest point of the planet and the stars orbited around it, its faithful and gentle companions, the moon was never alone, but despite That the moon always reflected loneliness, or was it just her misinterpreting the melancholic glow of the moon in the sky, the wind shook her hair, a chill ran through her, she closed her eyes and for a moment it seemed that someone was speaking to her.

"The bitter tears, the scent of salt, the eerie metallic smell of spilled blood."

Maureen stopped walking, suddenly undoubtedly alert.

"Bitterness invaded her nonexistent body, she was leaving with a heart that was still bleeding, she had been broken so recently, it would take longer than just months to heal."

Maureen gasped, because she was beginning to think she was undoubtedly crazy, she was hearing thoughts that weren't hers. Did she suffer from some mental illness?

Boom! Her heart beat hard to the beat of the wave, she had to calm down, she told herself, the news of Thomas's release had her paranoid even though she had already calmed down from the initial emotional blow, she was still so sullen.

She did not understand that more and more the jingling chains that bound him inside her were losing strength. Losing power under so much savagery of his undoubted fury. He did not like to be restrained, to be controlled by inferior beings before his age and power.

Maureen massaged her hundred, suddenly feeling bigger than the world. Her cell phone started ringing again, she saw the screen, Ian had apparently had the courage to call her. Maureen answered the call.

- Ian? - the softness of his voice a kind song, a song they did not deserve - Ian?

- Where are you Maureen? I'm going to go get you - the embarrassment was barely noticeable in his firm tone of voice - We need to talk.

Although spending time on the beach had cleared her pessimistic thoughts a bit, she was still reluctant to see him, but it was night and she had no way to return to Forks - I'm in La Push

- See you in a few minutes. - After that he just hung up.

Maureen sat down on the sand again, waiting for Ian to come for her.

Maureen heard her father's noisy footsteps, she turned to see him when he was by her side and in silence Ian sat next to her seeing how beautifully wild the ocean was when it was furious, how incredibly beautiful of an entity without ties, without restrictions. She wanted to be him, so powerful that no one is able to challenge him and so gentle as to reflect such unique beauty.

- Because? - Asked Maureen, a curtain of tears blurred her eyes. He had told himself that he would be strong and he was crying, Ha! What an idiot I was - Why didn't they tell me? So weak do you think I am?

Ian sighed - You were going back to being you, after long months you were starting to smile again, to being the beautiful and sweet girl that we love so much, after months of hearing your silence, hearing your screams at dawn, seeing your eyes dull in sadness, you were withering and we thought that you would never be the same again. When we got here you began to be you again, sweet, kind, loving, you left the silence and your screams at dawn were no longer so frequent. You were moving on, getting over it, then came the notification from the lawyer breaking the news of Thomas's release.

»I was so angry, you were just becoming you, barely assimilating the blow and those idiots set him free, then I was afraid of seeing you again in that state, I no longer wanted your silence, I no longer wanted to see you martyred by the possibility of him coming back, so I told Morgan not to tell you anything, he agreed, but I guess keeping secrets is not his strong suit. We want to protect you, Maureen, we want to keep you safe and happy. «

- They made me feel weak - A tear slid down her cheek - They made me feel so tiny, like I wasn't strong enough to receive that news.

- Not! Maureen, you are the strongest of my two children. We have never considered you weak - Ian sighed - You are our little one and we did not want to stop your healing process by giving you that news.

- And that is not to consider myself weak? - Anger began to heat his blood in an unpleasant way - They lied to me! Protect me from the truth? Crap! It doesn't matter if they broke the news the moment they found out or later in either case it would hurt, do you know why I'm angry? they lied to me! They underestimated me! What did they think that because Thomas is free, I was going to get depressed? I'm fucking mad at the world, at you guys, at Morgan, and at fucking Jasper!! I am not porcelain, I am not going to break so easily, and just as I am being strong enough to fight against what hurts me, you should have trusted me. Instead, they just assumed this would tear me apart.

- Maureen....

- No, Ian! I am not made of porcelain, nor glass, I do not have cut wings or a broken heart, I am broken, I have cracks, but I still have my fucking wings and even if they are damaged, they will take me as high as my fucking dreams, I'm the fucking ocean!

Boom! Ian saw the terrifying savagery of the waves, how the rocks rumbled and trembled at that amount of excessive force, Maureen turned to see him, she was panting with the effort to contain her tears, but her eyes ... Oh gods her eyes! They shone which star, a precious and chaotic bluish luminosity in their own chaos, they were the eyes of a demigoddess, they were the eyes of a daughter of the ocean, they were the eyes of the heart of the sea, they shone so supernaturally beautiful, so dangerously wild.

The spell was falling apart, the chains placed inside it insufficient for so much chaotic power, for so much destructive power. Ian sighed, he carried in his back pocket the syringe with the potion that would disable the link she had with the ocean and thus buy them time.

Was he capable of doing that to his gentle and kind youngest daughter? Was he capable of doing that in the living image of his deceased twin sister?

- They won't break me anymore. Ian, they're not going to clip my fucking wings because of their fear that the world will break me more than it already has. - That glow that demonstrated her incredible power faded, as the anger diminished, as the waves ceased their savagery, Maureen began to resemble the ocean, so calm in one second, so dangerously savage in another. - They must stop seeing me as a flower that has no thorns, because let me tell you I have them and if necessary, I will stick those thorns in the jugular of whoever wants to submit me again.

- What's wrong with wanting to protect you? You are important to us, Maureen. We love you too much to bear losing you like that again.

They did not want to see her turn off like a firefly when her time comes, they did not want to hear her silence when silence is not something that goes with her musical personality, they did not want to see her oceanic eyes darkening, to see her face full of dark circles and pale.

They didn't want the breeze that was her to go away, leaving them with a sweet memory flooded by the pain of loss and the bitter feeling of not seeing her protected enough.

- They confuse confinement with protection. Morgan has put his hobbies aside because he is always with me, that is not life, I do not want to be responsible for my twin not living his life because he is always aware of mine, that is not a life for me or for him - Maureen He closed his eyes - They must understand that, although they want to avoid the falls of life, tears and pain, all this is part of our life as humans and forges strong souls.

«- I want my children to live their life as humans first, big brother, I want them to learn the value of power - his brilliant sister Marianne, so sweet and wild, spoke with enthusiasm in her eyes while caressing her swollen belly - that is how they will learn the value of their own power and they will not be like their father. Someone cold and distant, someone cruel. »

- No, ask us to do that, Maureen. You are our heart, you are our beautiful little flower, the last time we could not protect you, we did our job wrong.

They had failed, the feeling of guilt, the anguish of seeing her suffer, Ian felt guilty for seeing the work that his sister gave him failed, protecting his beloved children, he had failed by neglecting the only living thing that vividly reminded him of his sister twin and Morgan....

Morgan was just as angry, the anger of seeing his sister endangered, of seeing too confident, he had trusted the wrong person, thinking that Thomas would help him drive away his sister's suitors had done it just because he himself was obsessed with his little sister.

- They didn't fail me, father. They have never failed me, what happened could happen to me again, at work, at school, in the super market, through the alleys of the city. I am a woman, father, danger lurks even at home. - Maureen hugged herself - Being a woman means living in fear, looking over your shoulder to make sure no one is coming behind, looking to the sides in case the damned want to surprise you and looking ahead to make sure you take the shortest way home.

«Do not feel guilty of a reality that was going to hit me anyway, but despite the danger I cannot hide, I am not going to give the world the satisfaction of seeing me tremble with fear and you cannot keep me in a cage made of gold arguing that the confinement is necessary »

- Okay, my beast, I'll talk to your brother about this, but he can't expect us not to be paying attention to you. - Ian hugged his daughter - We will stop locking you up.

Maureen smiled, they unconsciously always locked her up, Ian used to say that she did not go out without Morgan going, when she left to leave the garbage they watched her from the window of her home, at night they also usually go to see her, at Morgan school She had asked to stay in all her classes, although she did not achieve much but he was in the majority, enough, it was time that they let her do her own things, that they stop keeping her so close to them to watch over her, yes, she was in many dangers, but Maureen refused to live in fear, she would no longer live in fear.

- About Thomas? - Ian comment - What do you want to do?

Maureen smiled - I am his obsession, something beautiful that he wants to have, he is crazy, he is going to try to find me, because in his insane mind I am his property and as if I were a pet, he is going to punish me for running away from him. We must not worry while his mother contains him, Mrs. Rivel will not want another scandal that discredits her as an exemplary mother.

- What if he shows up in Forks? - Asked Ian - What will we do if Thomas knocks on our door?

- Thomas's mother would no longer have any political power here in Forks - Maureen shrugged - Thomas would no longer have his mother to protect him and something tells me that Chief Swan hates rapists.

Ian smiled, that plan sounded too simple - I'm still not convinced by that plan, how about we put it to sleep and throw it into the depths of the forest?

Jasper the idiot soldier could not contain himself before the blood and he loved it so much to see him mastered by having his "vegan" diet broken - How about we tie some weights to his ankles and throw him in the sea?

Ian laughed at that - What happened to the girl who simply wanted confinement for her abuser?

Maureen touched the sand, so thoughtful - She grew up and realized that fairy tales are a macho shit that society makes us believe, she grew up and realized that if she doesn't make noise the world will never listen to her. He grew up and realized that all his life he was going to fight the world, he realized that he would have to do nothing against the current if he wants to survive.

- I would have preferred that you never realize how shitty society can be - Ian put one of his arms around his daughter's shoulders - I guess I won't have to worry about young Jasper anymore? You have it well managed.

Maureen looked confused at her father - How? Why do you say that?

- The young Hale very kindly eager offered to bring me arguing that he knows Forks better as well as that he has excellent driving skills - Maureen laughed, who would have imagined it from the soldier, was an idiot for risking the treaty in that way. had him and his family with the wolves - I told him that I was not obviously offended because he was indirectly calling me old. What does young Hale think?

- Jasper Hale... I like him, he makes me feel undoubtedly protected, he makes my fears tiny, he makes me feel sheltered. - Maureen rested her head on Ian's shoulder. - And even though he lied to me, I still trust him.

Ian sighed, oh, her little flower was in love with the old millennial with noodle hair - I'm going to make him suspend my subject if he ever makes you cry.

Maureen laughed - You are so evil.

- It's my job as a father ... To chase away those stinky young people who love you as a girlfriend.

Maureen laughed and she knew that her father understood her, that although he wanted to protect her at all costs, he was going to let her fly freely, that he was going to trust her to protect himself and that when she needed him, he would be there to cry with her and beat up the bastard who There he tried to hurt her, that he would bury a corpse for her. Because for Ian even when Maureen is older, she would still be... his most beautiful flower.