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The persistent drip hit the stone cold floor again and filled the numbing silence with its echoing sound. The swing lamp which was the only light from above came to a harsh stop as one's hand reach up, grabbed and stilled it. His cold expressionless gaze studied the small room as more of his people filed in behind him before he was met by a young man in a nice suit another one of his people who whispered softly in his ear. Davidson's face turned Grimm before he sighed and waved his hand "Clean everything. Leave no signs we were here." he spoke softly but with stern undertones and everyone quickly followed his simple command, but he did not leave them there to slave away. He rolled up his sleeves and helped as a real leader would; the sky bruised a deep shade of purple and pink as they all worked tirelessly to turn the room over and make it brand- new.
The buzz of my phone broke the silence and my concentration. Blood stains were the hardest to clean and did not matter where they were: floors, fabrics or consciousnesses they all stained the same and stuck with you. I huffed to catch my breath and glanced down at the caller ID, only to scoff at the name which appeared. I told myself I would not answer as I tossed the phone aside and returned to cleaning the blood stained floor with some of the others. Until I began to overthink because she never called unless she was in deep shit. So I sighed "Give me a minute." I told everyone as I picked up my phone, stepped away and answered. I said nothing as per usual because I was expecting another situation like the time she called me after meeting Spade. Instead, there was just a moment of silence and I found myself forwarding my browsing and preparing to ask if she was there until she spoke.
Davidson knew better than to ask questions and with how weak she sounded on the other end he did not think she could answer them anyway. He let his group know he needed to go but knew he would need someone to drive if she was hurt so he grabbed his driver with him. Together they followed the GPS to the pin she dropped and Davidson instructed for him to stay in the car and keep it running. She was not conscious when he arrived and he quickly wrapped her in his suit blazer and ripped up his tie and the sleeves of his shirt to stunt her bleeding. "Jade!" he called urgently because he needed her to wake and remain conscious she had lost too much blood to let herself sleep. He carried her to the car and kept the pressure on her wounds but with the bullets still in there and the gashes still wide open there was little he could do.
I dug out the first aid we kept in the car; I could not entirely believe this was our life together but those are the perks of the ignorance of youth. The beauty of innocence neither of us ever enjoyed and fully took for granted. The heavy thud of one of the bullets lodged in her hit the car floor as my driver zoomed down the street and I had no other choice but to stitch her up here. It was not pretty but it would do the job and she would hopefully heal as well as she always did. The car drifts and the second bullet hit the car's floor, once again I stitch her and wrap her up. Mumbling my complaints and curse words with bated breath. Her breath was soft and she was cold to the touch. "If you fucking die on me, Jade I swear I will kill you."
The sun turned the world gold as it said good morning to the land and gleamed through the open shades. Davidson's home was mostly quiet save for the occasional sounds of the morning doves outside beckoning to each other, the soft crocks of a nearby cicada and the gentle sounds of shuffling within the kitchen. Davidson was not home; after toiling over Jade and never leaving her side from when they arrived tell now he was desperately needed elsewhere. If things were different between them he might have stayed and for just once taken a break but she never loved him and he had fallen out of love with her. Instead, she was left with Aurora if she woke and wandered into the kitchen that is, at least until Davidson returned.
The never ending cycle of her kept him spinning and yet also fighting all these years. He told himself, his, men, his family, and even her he was done. All he had to do next was ignore her next fateful call but who was he kidding the phone barely even rang more than three times before he answered. Now here was cleaning up her mess after going back to cleaning up his, reaching out to someone he knew with connections to the city that owed him a favor to close down the street leading to the alleyway he found her in. While some of his other men searched the rooftops for blood and feathers. From dusk till dawn, they all worked tirelessly to cover her tracks, following Davi's relentless lead as the sun rose higher and higher. Exhaustion filled every being and fatigued made its home in his once vibrant blue eyes. Turning the whites red as the blue dulled to grey and stung each time he tirelessly blinked.
I came in through the back door hoping to avoid everyone but it would seem since the backdoor led right into my kitchen that is where everyone was. I should not have been surprised, given the hour and yet I did not realize how late in the morning it was. I had planned to be home sooner... They had not yet noticed me as I walked in. "I spoke to your parents already since they called to ask if I knew where you were. Did not tell them much but that you were with us." my feet drag across the floor from sheer exhaustion. I had to put up a front in front of my men and make them believe all was well and that I was alright but I felt like I was dying. I placed a new phone on the dining table beside Jade and said nothing else as I made my way to my room to shower and collapse on my bed. I give Rory a real smile as I pass " I owe you a hug when I am clean" I manage to get out before I am at last alone in my room and my smile drops.
The mask he wore for the world dropped too and for a moment he just stood there with his back against his door staring out into space. To the world, he was expected to be strong, see, and do things no one should; It had always been this way, and when he met Jade he hoped foolishly he had found someone to trust with being vulnerable around but like everyone else she just used him. He did not have much of a heart left when he gave it to her... There was nothing left of it now. When he finally focused with a slow blink and realized he had just been standing there he could not even figure out how much time he had lost in doing so. Finally pulling and pushing himself forward to shower. The hot water helped with his muscle aches and sores while the steam helped clear the fog in his head and once he was done and dressed in the pajama pants which matched the top Jade wore he collapsed on the bed.
I forgot I put her in that in the panic of last night. I was too tired to pull out another set and I did not need a shirt to sleep anyway. I lay on my bed with my arm draped over my eyes wishing I could just turn off my phone and stay here for a month or two or whenever I was ready to face anyone again. My social battery had exploded ages ago and yet somehow I still kept on running, hanging on to that delusional hope I should have lost or let go of as a child. I dreaded every second of the silence in my room as I expected my phone to ring and tell me the world needed my presence once again but instead, I heard my door open. I knew without looking it was Jade, from the sound of her steps to the faint traces of her scent. "I do not want to argue. So you can leave." We only ever argue nowadays whenever we saw each other and I just... Just did not have the wherewithal to do that today.
The silence that rarely filled the air around him was always drowned out by an insistent primordial tick that always told him his time was waning. Dark clouds rolled into the forefront of his mind and darkened the present world around him. Alone. Gods, he felt so alone and drained from just trying to get everyone's head above water. Hoping someone, anyone would see that in all his effort he was the only one left to drown. He sank deeper into his bed as the weight of his thoughts filled his liver and lungs. Davidson screamed inward for a sweet release of this hell of mind he was trapped with cursed to suffer it alone- her. Like a bubble, Jade floated through his mind loosing her scent as it burst and relieved him of most of his dark thoughts.
She used to be the one person I would look forward to seeing and just being with. Even if we never spoke and I got to be in her presence for a mere second. Which was often as children since her father never liked me but could I blame him? I was a Darling after all. Nowadays... I seemed to have more issues with her than without her yet I still ran to her at her every beck and call. Like a hopeless pup in love, constantly telling myself I had to stop and that she was just using me but... I could not. Even when I tried fate seemed to find a way to tie my soul and just mine it seemed back to her. I was and am sure she could always walk away from me but I... could not do the same. No matter how hard I tried or how desperately I fought myself I always came back to her. I swallowed to alleviate my dry throat as every muscle in my body tensed the closer she came. I did not have the energy or wherewithal to argue and fight her today and to be honest ever again. I am tired.
He braced for her harsh words and prepared for one of their usual wars but when instead she joined him in bed he felt surreal. His already stiff muscles seized up further as he seemed to experience an out-of-body experience from the confusion of this new moment happening between them. Davidson was quickly grounded and shocked back into himself when her soft skin grazed across his chest. He gently grasped her petite wrist in his much larger hand with the intent to move it away but found he could not do it. She for the moment chose peace and he was wise enough to know it would last long so he might as well just cherish the fleeting moment. He did not move because he was afraid she would pull away or worse. His muscles loosened and relaxed against the bed with every second she touched him. He rested his hand over hers as he drew gentle circles with his thumb on the back of her hand. "How do you feel? How are your wings?"
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