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Chap. eight " A broken heart and broken wings"

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Ian sighed; time was approaching, the hours and minutes were running out for the two people he loved. Because the more he saw how his beloved youngest daughter fell in love with the soldier, the more he felt that the dreaded hour was approaching, the more love he saw in the eyes of his eldest son, the closer he saw the time when the blood in their veins would begin to collect invoice. Because being what his nephews where was not easy. Because being the children of who they were was dangerous. Ian knew he couldn't protect them from everything they would soon find themselves involved in. Hera had helped them when Poseidon begged their favor when Hecate refused to help them and had warned them that the magic, he used would not last forever. As the goddess had said; The force of the ocean as well as the truth were forces that must never be contained. Doing so would have innumerable consequences; But despite that, Hera helped them fulfill the last wish of her sister who died to give life to the two little people who, without knowing them, already loved them with all their hearts.

—You have been silent for 20 minutes young Ian ... It is not well seen that you waste a god's time - That thick and melodious voice that I hate very much when he saw his sister in love with the sweet whispers of a god who only used it incubator - Why have you requested an audience with me if you do not intend to speak young Ian?

—Your children are falling in love... Poseidon; I think it's time to speak the truth before Hera's magic fades and the twins find out the truth on their own - Ian knew the twins very well, he knew that if they found out on their own they might not accept it in a good way - Morgan is too fickle ... Maureen

Poseidon smiled - Maureen may not be the spitting image of Marianne but it seems that her mother's sweetie carries her in her veins; she is as delicate as Marianne once was. Morgan is fickle and strong as I am, don't worry young Ian, my kids won't react badly to information about their origins.

Ian snorted - You don't know them at all; Maureen and Morgan have changed a lot since Thomas filled their lives with shadows ...

Poseidon struck his trident against the forest floor, his immense power ran through the vast hectares of flora and fauna and although it was not destructive, none of the animals was indifferent to so much power, much less Ian whose skin prickled. Just maybe Ian thought bringing up Thomas with Poseidon wasn't the best idea.

—Thomas is a mortal who will pay for his crime very soon young Ian - Those eyes similar to those of his children shone with the flare of a prompt revenge - No one orchestrates against my blood and it comes out intact.

- I hope his punishment is as great as his fault Poseidon - The god nodded - Although I am surprised, weren't you the one who raped Medusa?

- I will not punish the mortal for the attempted rape of Maureen ... Young Ian - Confusion invaded his heart - I will punish him for having failed ... We are men Ian, we are the kings of the top, as such to fail is something dishonorable for our name.

Ian's hands clenched, furious with that macho statement but couldn't reply when there were only two types of women on Olympus; Those that served for pleasure ... and warriors; women they had to respect. Although the Olympus knew of the new modern customs where women were masters of their own destiny, it was very difficult to eliminate certain customs, as well as certain old-fashioned thoughts.

- Marianne would have hit you just hearing you say that.

- Marianne was sweetly strong; a great woman, but I am not Apollo ... I will not eternally mourn the loss of a mortal.

- Apollo really fell in love ... I can't say the same about you Poseidon.

- Be very careful what you say young Ian I'm still a god, you are a mere mortal. You owe me respect.

Ian snorted - I will let you know when your children know of your existence, meanwhile return to your complicated life of god.

Maureen sighed; the sun's rays collided against their skin, since they moved a while ago, never had the clouds dissipated so much as to let the warm rays of the sun pass through. Morgan next to her ate a hamburger, while she feasted on sweet fresh fruit.

- I don't think you're eating habits are to the liking of the Cullen family, Morgan. - Officially Morgan was Alice's boyfriend; The first thing Morgan did was hug her as if life depended on it, the second thing, he told her his fears; the fear of hurting Alice like he had done to those girls - I mean Jasper told me they have a strict diet ... I don't think hamburger is part of their diet.

—Cute eyes I had forgotten about my nervousness a while ago - Morgan looked at her badly - Thanks to you again I am on the verge of mental collapse. Thank you, Maureen, what would I do without you.

Maureen shook her head - I let you know that I will go with Angela to Port Angeles ... I will help her with her dress for the dance and along the way I will buy some books in the bookstore ...

Morgan tensed, he would not tie his sister to a cage where she would surely die of sadness, her sister's freedom was perhaps the only thing that separated her from the memories of what happened months ago. But the horror of memories is not erased so easily, the screams of her pretty eyes have not yet erased from her memory and perhaps never will. Morgan sighed.

- Call me an hour before you go to leave the bookstore - Morgan pointed her - Y. ... don't walk down the street alone ...

Maureen nodded - Sure I mark you when I go to leave the bookstore, I will make time for you to arrive.

- Promise ...?

Maureen smiled before kissing her brother's cheek.

-Promise.

Maureen rolled her eyes. It was the tenth dress Jessica tried on; She looked beautiful with everyone, she wouldn't deny it, but there were levels of vanity and the Stanley girl surpassed them all. Bella Swan wasn't helping, her only interest was the enigmatic Edward Cullen. How did Maureen know? The Swan girl kept asking her about the Cullen's, questions that she very cleverly avoided. A few knocks on the glass of the tent startled her; whistles and vulgar words. Maureen rolled her eyes, used to how cavemen names could get.

- Morons - Maureen smiled when she saw the beautiful dress that Angela was carving - Angie you look criminally beautiful.

- Do you believe?

Maureen nodded - I have some earrings and a choker that would look fabulous with that dress ... I'll give them to you tomorrow ...

Angela smiled - Thank you! Won't you buy a dress?

- No, I ordered my dress online, it would possibly arrive in a few days - Although I didn't think she was with her brother, now Morgan had someone to dance with, possibly she would go alone and hit Rosalie like a flea. She strangely ties her up like a daughter and although it was weird Maureen didn't mind - I'll send you a picture of my dress when it arrives ...

Angela attended; Jessica looked at Maureen to ask her - Do you think this dress is to Morgan's liking?

Maureen sighed; Jessica didn't give up trying to get her sister's attention. - I don't know ... the truth is that I think his eyes are only going to be on the amazing Alice

Jessica snorted - Bella, what do you think?

-You look good ... - The disinterest in the Swan girl's voice was evident.

Maureen smiled - Great day girls! But I have to go buy some books ...

Bella jumped instead - I'll accompany you, I also have to go to a bookstore.

- Okay - Maureen smiled at Angela - I'll see you at the restaurant Angie possibly Morgan will pick me up there.

- Clear...

- Come on Bella.

Maureen smiled at the seller - Do you have Dante's hell?

The nice calm aura vendor nodded; Maureen smiled even more - How much does it cost?

She was not rich; but his father had given him enough money for two books, when he heard the low price for a promotion, he almost jumped for joy instead. With his excitement, he gave the money to the seller while he handed over the book wrapped in a thin layer of protective plastic. Maureen stuffed the book into her backpack and while she waited for Bella, she wandered the narrow corridors of the little bookstore. Maureen sighed as the sky began to darken and Bella Swan didn't rush. The smallest of the Atlantis did not like to walk the streets at night. It was under the cover of the shadows of the night that bad things happened.

- Ready - whispered the Swan - We can go.

Maureen gasped - Finally! But I think it's better for my brother to pick us up here it's getting dark ...

—We leave the girls at the restaurant - A pause - The restaurant is a few streets away; your brother can pick you up there ...

Maureen felt a lump in her throat - Bella ...

The Swan girl took Maureen's hand and dragged her away; Maureen resigned herself, the youngest of the Atlantis hugged herself. He looked at the sky and found no stars. Maureen gasped; It was on a night like that that Thomas had cornered her.

- Bella please let's go back ... I have a bad feeling.

- Only Maureen walks ...

>> —Thomas ... Thomas, what are you doing here? Thomas?

- You're going to be mine Maureen... you have to be mine.

- What? Thomas you're scaring me ... Thomas! <<

- Bella ... please.

But it was too late; when they both turned a corner; two male figures were waiting for them. They had been cornered, Maureen gasped before turning and running. But she couldn't run, not when Bella had pushed her. Maureen fell to the ground and looked at Bella scared.

- Bella... that...?

- I'm sorry ... but you'll give me the time to run.

- What? Bella!

It was too late; the Swan girl had run, Maureen tried to stand up but couldn't. Not when he had already taken her by the shoulders to hold her up. One hand in her mouth suppressing her pleas, another on her waist, immobilizing her ... Maureen kicked, but it was useless against people much stronger, many bigger ...

- Easy doll ... - A hoarse whisper, the smell of alcohol was so intense. Maureen shook even harder, but she couldn't handle two men. I fight, but she knew it was useless - You're going to enjoy it ...

Maureen cried when she felt hands running over her body, fabric ripping. Maureen shook even harder. The cold of a razor stabbed into his throat; Maureen cried even louder.

- Calm little doll ... or I will be forced to cut that cute little face that you have ...

Maureen cried; this was not happening to her, not again. He felt the buttons on his shirt open. Maureen knew then that fighting was useless, she froze like she did with Thomas. She cried as she looked at the sky and begged for it to end soon, she cried and wanted to die the moment she felt her bra being removed ...

- Look what a cute little doll we have got ...

Maureen sobbed, those hands ran down her torso, kisses on her neck that made her tremble even more ... that man rubbed his erection against her lower body. Maureen closed her eyes ... tears incessantly fell down her cheek ... she resigned herself to her fate and I hope that death will come soon, that it will cover her with its shadows ... I wait for death like someone waiting for an old friend.

The hands disappeared from her body; she fell to the ground sobbing loudly, cries of supplication, then nothing ... the most sepulchral silence. Maureen hugged herself. When she felt arms around her she screamed and shrank even more into place.

- Please no!

- Maureen it's me look at me! - Begged the blond - Look at me Maureen!

Maureen through the curtain of tears that was accumulating in her eyes could see Jasper's worried face. Maureen cried as she clung to the blonde; I cry inconsolably. Jasper stroked her hair and whispered sweet words in her ear.

- Morgan ... I want Morgan.

- I'm going to take you to your brother ...

Maureen was crying; Jasper Hale took off his coat to drape Maureen's shoulders, hugging her shoulders while hiding the head of the smallest of the Atlantis in his chest. That would prevent him from seeing the two corpses on the floor in that alley.

When Jasper had asked Bella where Maureen was, anger exploded inside her when she learned that the human had left her heart alone in an alley with two drunken men. He wanted to assassinate her; but time was money so when he entered that alley and the smell of his soul mate hit him along with the stench of alcohol. He did not even think about it, he murdered those men, he did not drain their blood, disgust had prevented him from doing that, adding Maureen's sobs, along with the enormous amount of fear and her torn clothes.

Jasper refused to let go of her; Maureen's sobs were killing him inside, he wanted to reassure her, but it seemed like it only upset her more, Jasper whispered sweet things in her ear when they got into Edward's car, the blonde prevented Maureen from seeing Bella. Jasper wrapped Maureen like a shield; like a wolf protecting its female, Jasper was Maureen's shield and no one was going to tear down that shield. No one was going to harm Maureen, whoever tried was a dead person, she didn't care about being a murderer or a beast. The two corpses in the alley were a clear warning.

- I want my brother, Jasper ...

A whisper against his chest; His arms around Maureen were immovable, nothing was going to remove them from there, when Jasper dazzled his house a few meters, he told Edward to stop the car, when he got out of the car with his speed he entered the residence, Morgan gasped when he saw his sister in the arms of the blond ...

- Pretty eyes....

Maureen turned to see him with her eyes bathed in tears, with Jasper's coat on her shoulders covering her, Morgan hugged her tightly, Maureen let out a little cry while crying. Morgan clung to his sister while Maureen clung to him. Morgan cried alongside her sister as she stroked her hair.

- Forgive me cute eyes - The sobs caught in Morgan's throat - I wasn't there ... I'm sorry sister, forgive me.

- Morgan ... - A whisper full of sobs - It's my fault ... it's my fault

Morgan denied; He took his sister's face between his big hands ... he wiped her tears. - Not! Pretty eyes look at me ... look at me little sister ...

Those little blue eyes looked at him; Morgan knew that look, that broken look, they were the same broken eyes that he had seen that night ... the same eyes that he had seen staring at a knife as his only outlet for the throbbing pain in his chest, the only outlet for terrifying nightmares.

- It's not your fault, okay? - Maureen wanted to look away, but Morgan wouldn't let her - It's not your fault! Never!

Maureen nodded; He hid his face from his sister again in his chest, a silent tear slid down his cheeks a few steps from the two of them. Jasper was standing, like a sentinel ready to shed blood for the crying person in Morgan's arms. The oldest of the Atlantis looked at him and nodded.

- Thank you...

- She is my heart, she is mine - But not in the sense of possession normally seen in wolves or some humans, Maureen was Jasper's, because she was part of the vampire's being. It was the spitting image of the vampire's human heart. - I'm going to tell Esme to make some tea.

Morgan attended; Even without letting go of her sister, Morgan laid her on the sofa in the Cullen residence, he continued to hug her and give her hair a gentle caress. Maureen's sobs began to stop, with her brother she was not afraid, with her brother she was safe, with her brother she felt safe. Maureen snuggled against him. Memories of Thomas hit her.

>> She looked at the sky and shuddered, one night devoid of the brightness of the stars and the melancholic soft glow of the moon, she was walking back from having bought milk for the cake she was preparing for her brother who was working late today, the shortest path lacked artificial lighting, although she never wanted to go through there she had to finish the cake before her brother arrived, so she hurried her step, the sounds of footsteps terrified her but when she turned around she made out Thomas, she calmed down, he was going to take care of her he always had ...

- Tommy! You scared me ... Are you coming to the house? Morgan is not long in coming ... 

Silence; the heavy breathing of his great friend the only thing that could be heard in response from him. Maureen became concerned, thinking that Thomas was injured approached him, a very serious mistake. Maybe if she hadn't approached him, she could have run, but she had realized her mistake too late <<

He needed to calm his demons; he needed to tie them up, he needed to yell at them to leave him alone. She needed to stop tormenting her at night, to let her feel at peace, she needed to feel safe from unwanted contact, she needed ... she needed ...

- Do you have a piano? - A whisper full of the screams of his demons, full of his worst fears, full of the panic he felt when he was in the hands of those two drunken men, full of their pleas. Filled with the memories of Thomas.

- Yes, come ... - Although the piano belonged to Edward, Morgan did not care much when he knew those broken eyes, his little sister needed a safe conduct that would release all those fears that were gnawing at her inside. Morgan guided her to the piano while still hugging her, sat next to her on the grand piano stool, then released her.

Maureen placed her fingers on the keys; soft melody, his eyes did not need to see the sheet music of his melody when his song came from his heart, from the wounded heart of a woman who is broken inside, like the music of a nightingale whose wings have been clipped.

>> Oh! So, your wounds show, I know you've never felt so alone, But hold on, head up, be strong, hold on, hold on until you hear them coming, here they come <<

It was hard to keep her head up when the wounds bled, but she had to be strong, she had to resist, she had to keep her head up even when her heart bled, she had to be strong to see how those who tried to tear her down were executed.

>> Take an angel by the wings, beg him now for everything, beg him now for one more day, take an angel by the wings, it's time to tell him everything, ask him for the strength to continue <<

She needed to ask the angel for the strength to continue, she needed to tell him all her fears, she needed to purge her heart of the demons that ate her inside, she needed to ask the angel why. Why her? What had he done wrong in his other life to deserve such torment? He needed the angel to tell him how to rebuild his heart.

>> You can, you can do whatever, you can, you can do whatever <<

She could; Of course she could, she had the power to bring down her demons, she had enough power to see her enemies fall, she and no woman on the planet were weak, they were weapons forged by fire and tempered from steel, they were an army ruthless that they were not going to give up, they were not going to cease in their attempts to overthrow the macho beliefs that painted women as just an artifact whose sole purpose was to spread their legs.

>> Look up, call to heaven, look up and don't ask why, just take an angel by the wings, beg him now for everything, beg him now for one more day, take an angel by the wings, it's time to tell him everything , ask him for the strength to continue <<

Maureen closed her eyes; He regulated his agitated breathing, she was not going to let herself fall, she was not strong, she was going to show those men that she was not their toy, she was going to show Thomas that he could not stop the sea, that he could not with the forces of the sea. furious ocean swell, which could not stop the rebellious wind unable to stand still, which could not stop the storm that she was. Yes, it may be that she was broken and broken inside, but what difference does it make, she would put those pieces together. She was not going to give up, she was not going to be another victim, no more; Maureen was a survivor.

She was going to fight, no one was going to throw her back, maybe she had a broken heart and broken wings, but she was not defeated, she was not defeated. She was going to fight for victory and not even Thomas was going to stop her. After all, she was the reflection of the sea ...