Chapter 188: The Skeletons VIII
20 years ago, Fresno, California
Ivan looked straight to Sam’s green eyes; the shame that once was in his eyes was gone. "It was I, who sent you away." He confessed.
Her jaw dropped; she did not see that coming. And she fisted her hands in anger.
Her brother was the one who sent her away, and she walked, Ludwig following after her. She didn’t know what to say. It was all too much to handle. What would she say? To the most important man in her life, who clearly wanted nothing to do with her from the start.
"Sam," his tone was brotherly, patient, and it caused her to pause half-way before she turned to a corner.
"What I do, I do to protect you. Never doubt that." he started.
"What I do, I do to keep you safe." He added, sincerity clear on his tone and face. And the determination in his eyes spoke volumes that he would cross anyone to protect her.
"Safe is irrelevant, happiness on the other hand..." Sam responded, digging her nails in her palms. "My own brother... made me feel more alone in my life." she finished disappointedly.
She turned forward, "Go back to London. I don’t want you here, I don’t need you. I don’t want anything to do with you." she said.
He stood there watching her leave, balling his hands into fists.
He grabbed his phone and gave their grandparents a call, assured them that she was safe. ’Safe’, that was his chosen word, because he couldn’t say she was ’fine’, no, she was far from fine. She was shaken, understandably so.
And now, he is concerned for her mental stability. She was still a child, a teenager with profound intellect, yes, but a child still. And she was his responsibility.