HI

even though y'all were quick with it. I can't believe y'all like this story so much. Like, I don't even know what to say. 

Kasia

"It's four am, Silver; leave me alone." I slurred as he forced me up.

"She's here, and it's eleven am." Silver whispered.

I furrowed my brows, my vision blurry from sleep. "Silver, you kept me up all night, and now you want me to wake up this early for who?"

He gripped my cheeks, forcing me to open my eyes. "My mother."

I gasped, feeling very awake at the moment. "Already, but–"

Silver picked me up and set me down on my feet. "Get ready and pack some shit. You're going into hiding."

"No." I frowned. "Why?"

"You'll be going to a hideout, and you'll hide there with Rune's wife, Navi, and apparently Latara...since Aeros is apparently dating her." He answered, rushing me into the bathroom.

"But wait, what about Yana?"

Silver furrowed his brows. "What about her?"

"Wouldn't she be in danger too? She's been seen here, right? Isn't that why we can't stay here?"

Silver thought for a while before nodding. "I'll get her." He turned around and walked away, but I quickly called out after him.

"Wait, Silver," he turned around with a questioning brow raised up. "Are you ok?" I asked with concern. I knew what his despicable mother did to him, and I knew how much it really affected him.

He walked over to me, cupping my face, he kissed me. "I love you."

I frowned, nodding. "I know you do, but that doesn't answer my question. Are you really ok? I know your–"

"Kasia, I'm fine." He whispered. "I will be when we're done with this. For good."

"Ok." I nodded. "What will happen to Xolani?"

"We'll put her in school and get her and her son the right papers to actually exist in the gov–"

"Son?"

Silver blanked for a second. "Oh, I forgot to tell you." He sighed, looking tired of it all. "Xolani's been telling the truth about what she's been going through in the fucking cult. She has a six-year-old son, born out of rape."

I frowned, sympathizing with her. "How old is she?"

"Nineteen."

I gasped, covering my mouth. If she's nineteen and her son is six, I do the math. She was fucking thirteen when she gave birth?!

Silver saw the questions and concerns running through my head and nodded. "Yes, she was thirteen." He shook his head. "It was that man." He gritted. "That same man who ordered and watched my mother rape me."

"Silver, you shouldn't–"

"No." He sneered. "I'm going to kill them both. I have to." he let go of me. "Go pack up. I'll get your friend."

I nodded, still concerned, but if killing her would make him feel a tiny bit better, then he should kill her.

While showering, I thought about therapy. I knew that Silver wasn't going to go to therapy anytime soon. Even if he agreed, it wouldn't last very long. I wouldn't put any therapist in that position.

It came a long way before he acted human with me, let alone some therapist asking him about his past.

I know killing his mother wouldn't take away the pain. Nothing would. The nightmares, the shame, the disgust could be helped, though.

I sighed, lotioning my body. I wasn't worried that he'd be sucked into the cult. I've seen the animosity and resentment he holds in his eyes whenever he mentions cults.

"Analia, you ready?" I asked.

She smiled, nodding. "Yea, Dad told me we have to go into hiding."

I nodded. "Ok, I'm going to go check on Zaire–"

"Something's wrong, isn't it?" She asked.

I didn't know how to respond. "Well–"

"Don't lie to me. I can see it on Dad's face. He's not..."

"I know." I closed my eyes and sighed. "Just give him some time." I kissed her cheek as she nodded. "I'm going to get your brother ready and hopefully your father will be here."

She nodded, and I set on the perilous journey of waking my lazy baby up.

"Hey, Zaire." I cooed.

He shuffled, still asleep.

I cleared my throat. "Zaire, I'm gonna pick you up now." I was scared because he was about to have a meltdown.

I put my hands under him, getting ready to lift him up, and he started crying. "Sorry," I took my hands away from him.

Then I remembered that Zaire was almost two months old, and I was his mother. He can barely grab anything that isn't a finger.

I sighed. "Sorry, baby," I lifted him up, and ear-piercing crying ensued.

He was moving his hands, and his eyes were squeezed shut as his toothless mouth made hellish sounds. I pouted. "You're still cute. Even when you're crying like a bum."

Fast forward thirty minutes later, I realized I made a mistake because Zaire was still crying and biting my nipples when I tried to feed him.

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I had to drive while Silver showed me the way because Silver somehow managed to get Zaire to stop crying.

Analia has been quiet. I know she has questions that she knows no one would answer straight up.

We can't just tell her all of this like it's nothing. This has weight. It's not something an adult would want to hear, let alone a girl who's turning eleven next month.

We arrived at the safe house in a couple of hours. It was in a secluded area.

A cabin.

But a beautiful cabin. It was so beautiful. It looked comfortable to live in. Silver opened the door, and we were escorted in.

We could already hear the voices of everyone.

"I'm so confused. What's going on?" Yana asked as she saw me enter.

Latara looked shocked. Beyond shocked. "Yana, you might wanna sit down for this."

Aeros smiled sheepishly at Latara, scratching the back of his head.

Dashiel was in the background, listening in while Silver set up Zaire's portable crib.

I figured he told her what he really does.

Yana sat down and frowned. "Ok, what's going on?"

"They in the mafia," Latara said.

We all looked at Yana, who blushed ferociously. "Oh, I figured. Kyle said they were doing controversial work so I kinda knew."

Latara and I gaped at her. She had the best reaction out of all of us.

"You knew bitch?" Latara asked. "So I was the only dumbass who believed his bitch ass."

"Nope," I shook my head. "Dumbass number two here 'cause I believed until he told me the truth."

Aeros smiled. "So we're still good?"

Latara giggled. "We were always good. I just can't see you doing much of anything."

Silver and Dashiel snickered as Aeros gasped. "I do a lot, thank you."

"The only thing you do is kill. You're good for nothing," Dashiel said, sitting down and poking Zaire slowly on the nose, causing him to cry again. Dashiel freaked out. "What the fuck?"

"You dumbass," Silver glared at him, taking Zaire from my arms. "Don't touch him while he sleeps. His mother traumatized him this morning."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever."

Ok, sorry that this is another short chapter.

i think the next one is long.

I think. Don't quote me.