Chapter 19: Black Knight: Chapter 18

“Where are my brownies?”

My baby brother’s voice startles me from my thoughts. I’ve been too focused on Xander to pay him attention.

He stands behind the counter, cutting the brownies into tiny pieces over and freaking out again.

Since Kirian interrupted us this morning, Xander pushed off me as if I have a contagious disease and hasn’t once looked me in the eyes.

He grabbed his clothes and washed in another room, taking Kirian with him for his morning freshening up.

I don’t even recall how I took a shower. All I remember is the foreboding when I got dressed and felt his every touch like it was engraved in my skin.

His tongue, his hands. Hell, my mouth is still sore from the way he fucked it and took complete control of me.

Then he pushed me off.

Then the dream, as he called it, ended.

I try to remain calm, to not have some sort of a breakdown, but the longer he avoids me, the more I touch my wrist, the stronger the itch becomes, and I don’t want that itch to come to the surface. Not now, not ever.

Xander hasn’t spoken to me for thirty minutes and whenever he makes eye contact by accident, he freezes for a second before shaking his head and looking away.

At Kirian’s words, he smiles and places the plate in front of us. I reach over and throw a piece in my mouth, letting the rich chocolate taste occupy my thoughts. Kirian grins, nomming on the brownies with renewed energy.

I don’t realise I’ve been eating with him until my mouth turns all too sweet.

Damn. Those are at least five hundred calories first thing in the morning.

Still, I don’t feel as bad about them as I normally would. Probably because Mum’s voice isn’t at the back of my head right now. I’m not hearing her scolds or seeing the weight numbers.

The only thing that’s occupying my thoughts is the person standing behind the counter, watching Kirian eat and erasing me completely, as if I don’t exist.

I never thought there would be a day where I would be jealous of Kirian, but here it is.

“Xander,” I murmur his name as if I’m not supposed to say it. Like before.

For years, he snapped at me for saying his name, but not last night. Last night, he loved the sound of his name on my lips. Last night, he looked at me differently when I called him what I’ve always loved calling him – Xan.

His jaw tightens. He’s pissed off because he was erasing me and I alerted him that I exist right here in front of his eyes.

He says nothing.

I lean over to speak closer to his face. He smells fresh with that hint of mint and bottomless ocean. “I’m talking to you.”

“And I’m not,” he says ever so casually.

I’m about to say something else when Lewis Knight comes down the stairs. I wince, realising Xander and I might have been loud while his father is here.

Then I recall how Kir walked in on us – which was way worse.

? Really? Surely I could’ve thought of something better. I hope we didn’t scar my baby brother for life and he believes the wrestling story.

Lewis is about to head straight to the door but stops when he notices us. A rare smile lifts his face as he approaches us.

“Hey, young man.” He snatches a tissue and wipes the chocolate on Kirian’s cheek.

“That’s right, Uncle.” Kir grins, showing his growing teeth. “I’m a man. Tell everyone else.”

Both Lewis and I smile.

Xander doesn’t. He gives us his back as he fusses with the coffee machine. His rigid, stiff back that seems about ready to burst out of his T-shirt.

“How are you, Kim?” Lewis asks me with a warm expression, another thing that’s so atypical of him to show.

He’s known as a powerful politician with strict decisions. That’s why he gets along so well with Silver’s dad.

Despite his average appearance, he has an eloquent tongue and a charisma that makes up tenfold for the looks. Xan only took after him in the shape of the eyes, perhaps. Which is also similar to Kirian’s.

I always joked to Xander when we were kids that Kirian looks like him, not me.

Wait.

No. I shake my head. That’s absolutely not possible.

I fake a smile. “I’m fine, thanks.”

“How are Calvin and Jeanine?”

Why the hell are you asking about them? I know why. Because they were always some kind of friends, especially Dad and Lewis; they sort of grew up together, went to the same school – RES – the same university, and the same damn world.

However, my mind is spiralling to a completely wrong direction right now.

“T-they’re good.”

Xander glances back at me as soon as I stammer, his brows drawn together, then reverts his attention to Kirian, who’s completely oblivious to the tension brewing in the air.

Lewis wipes Kirian’s cheek again. I try to unsee the scene in front of me, of Lewis’s doting gesture or his smile that’s as extinct as a passing unicorn, but I can’t. It’s impossible.

It’s all that’s brewing in my mind right now.

“Let me know if you need anything,” Lewis tells me.

“What do you mean?” I try not to sound spooked or on the verge of blurting these thoughts I don’t completely understand myself.

His expression returns to normal as if realising how many times he slipped, smiled, appeared damn doting. “With Kirian or anything.”

“Okay.”

He throws a disapproving glance at Xander, then his bandaged hand. It’s uncanny how much he can communicate with only his eyes. He was welcoming with Kirian and me, but he’s obviously pissed off with his son.

And it’s understandable, considering the shit Xan has been getting himself into. Alcohol, fighting, and now, hurting his hand.

I swallow at that.

He cut his hand, and there was blood. Like me.

Only, is he? I’m sure he didn’t do it on purpose. Doesn’t mean the wound isn’t hurting him, though.

Xander smiles at his father and even though his dimples make an appearance, it’s a forced one that’s hiding what seems like bitterness behind it. “Good morning to you, too, Dad.”

“We’ll talk later.” And with that, Lewis is out the door.

I stare at the place he stood in, beside Kirian, my mind filled with all sorts of messed up theories.

No, nope. I’m not going to think about that.

Xander smiles down at Kir. “I’ll go get ready for school. Okay, Superman?”

Kirian gives him a fist without lifting his head and then they make a blowing sound.

I would’ve been touched by the scene if my insides weren’t melting down.

Xander leaves from the other side – Kirian’s side. If he thinks he can run away from me, from this, he has another thing coming.

He doesn’t get to kiss me, to murmur those words to me, and to light my body on fire just to walk away as if it never happened.

He called me Green.

Green.

After a whole seven years, he finally called me Green again, and I’m not going to pretend that it’s a play of my imagination or some sort of dream.

I’m done being pushed around by him and letting him be the decision-maker in all this tale.

We always did things together and that shouldn’t change.

I storm on his heels and plant myself in front of him, disallowing him access to the stairs. “You don’t get to run away.”

“Run away?” He laughs and the cruelty in it crushes me slowly. “Who are you so I’d run away from you?”

“But –”

“You’re nothing, Berly.”

“Fuck you,” I wanted to say it with spite, but it comes out weak and with so much pain, it’s pathetic.

“No, thanks.”

“But you did. You can’t pretend it never happened.”

The malice in his eyes is nothing like I’ve ever seen before. This time, it’s tangible and with the clear intention to break. “Watch me.”

“I won’t stay still this time.” I fight the brittleness in my voice. “I’m not the girl who waited on your approval like a lost puppy. That girl is gone. If you erase me, I’ll erase you harder.”

“By all means,” he snarls in my face. “Do. It.”

“What the hell is wrong with you? Why do you keep doing this, Xan?”

“Stop saying my fucking name.” His eyes rage until they darken into a frightening blue. “Stop talking to me. Stop being in my damn vicinity. Disappear from my fucking life.”

Then he turns and takes the stairs, leaving me there, bleeding metaphorically.

I reel from the effect of his words. Each one of them is like a stab to the throat.

I was wondering what price I’d have to pay this time, and here’s my answer.

It’s worse than being called disgusting. This is like breaking me from the inside out with no chance of healing.

He was once my knight, my anchor, my warm shoulder. Now, he’s the villain coming after my life.

Now, he’s the master of that suffocating fog that’s slowly wrapping its tentacles around my throat and cutting off my air supply.

His back is all I see as he ascends the stairs.

And I know, I just know that he’s saying goodbye for the very last time.