Chapter 12
Guilty Conscience
Virginia POV
My head is spinning.
My heart hurts.
My stomach twists uncontrollably.
Why am I feeling so odd?
I hate that Deacon has disappeared.
I hate that Declan isn’t around.
I miss my boys.
My mates.
My men.
Where are they?
Are they ok?
Are they eating? Sleeping? Healthy? Safe?
I don’t even have my dad here.
Ever since news got out about Deacon disappearing, he’s never around!
Shouldn’t my papee be by my side? Supporting his daughter?
Of course he should! But he’s not.
It just doesn’t feel right.
Why the fuck isn’t my dad helping me through this?
I deserve more from him!
What do these feelings I’m having mean?
Do I subconsciously know what’s going on?
I wish I did, because this waiting is killing me!
My papee wouldn’t be doing this, would he?
None of these problems were around before we were…
Is my father up to something?
I have an inkling that Deacon is in danger; I don’t know what it is, but I feel queasy sometimes, like there is a knot in my stomach that won’t go away, and my heart throbs uncontrollably.
My worry and my paranoia of my father’s behaviour are both hitting me hard.
I need to do something… so it’s time to make a plan.
Papee has been leaving the house around 6am, so tomorrow, I’m following him.
I have to know what he is up to.
It may ease my panic slightly if I solve one piece of the puzzle.
Papee is hiding something, I know he is!
Something about him isn’t right, his behaviour, the glint in his eye, or the way he shunts me all the time.
I’m his daughter for Christ sakes!
Is this because of Jamie?
Ever since Jamie was accidentally killed, my father has always wanted revenge, but he never revealed how Jamie died, or who killed him.
I just know that Jamie passed when I about 10.
My little brother was the spark of the family; he was vibrant, bubbly and a reason my parents didn’t split up. He was our rock.
It killed us all when we found out he was taken from us.
It still hurts now.
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I should have gone to bed earlier. I am fatigued.
As I walk as quietly as possible, stalking my father’s movements, I see him head to the local shop and pick up… food? Drinks? Antiseptic?
What is this all for?
From there, we head into the forest, and away from civilisation.
I can smell that we are still on pack land, but we are far from the houses, shops and schools. Where the hell is he leading me?
I have to keep going; I have to find out what he’s up to.
He just doesn’t seem himself, and nothing makes sense.
I hold back when I see him head towards a boarded up shack type building; all eroding planks of wood and corrugated plastic as the roof, a small mucky plastic window on one side.
I watch papee enter the shack before silently sneaking closer.
I have to see what’s in there.
Who’s in there?
Why am I saying who?
This might just be his hide away?
No, as much as I love my papee, I know whatever he is doing is not right, unlawful…
No matter what I thought my father could be doing, it wasn’t this.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think he would be betraying his pack, his family… our safety, stability and the happiness of HIS FUCKING DAUGHTER.
My nose presses against the plastic window; my father has his back to me, as he pours the antiseptic into a clear bowl, Deacon is laid on a metal table, cuffed and chained, unconscious.
Tears flood my eyes.
To see my man like that, at the hands of my own father, my maker; I feel sick with guilt.
How dare he?!
“Time to get you cleaned up for round two Alpha,” my father chuckles; totally in his element, he doesn’t notice me standing there watching him with hatred.
What should I do?
Go in alone?
No, that would be stupid!
Declan!
In a rush, I sprint away from the shack; far away enough to make a call without being heard by sensitive wolf ears.
My phone is out of my pocket in seconds and I slide through my contacts to the number I need, before pressing call.
“Virginia?” He answers on the second ring.
“I’ve found him!” I stammer, “You have to come. Now. Quick. He’s in danger. Please!” I’m sobbing as I beg, my knees shaking under the weight; the guilt on my shoulders.
“Hey, hey. Hold on. Where are you?” Declan’s voice has turned from worried to damn right pissed.
I explain my location and I’m off the phone.
Returning to near the shack, I stay hidden by a tree, but keeping watch.
I can hear Deacon’s screams, him swearing in pain; tears streaming angrily down my face.
How dare he? How could he do this?
My own father is ruining my life!
“THIS IS FOR MY SON! YOU AND YOUR FUCKING PACK! YOU WILL ALL PAY! JAMIE DIDN’T DESERVE TO DIE!”
My stomach heaves, and I throw up in the shrubbery.
My brother? Was killed? By? By? No!
Before I know what I’m doing, my legs are moving me towards the shack.
I wrench open the door, and stare at the scene.
My father, frozen in place holding a sharp silver knife in Deacon’s leg, his eyes on me. Deacon, covered in sweat, blood and tears, staring at me like I’m an angel.
“Stop this fucking shit right fucking now!” I scream, “just fucking stop it!”
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