No One Will Ever Hurt You Again I Promise-Chapter 43: Worry Is The Enemy

A former house of the rural aristocrats of the eighteenth century still retains the crazy charm of the eras it has seen pass. Despite the various touches of renovation it has undergone over the years, it still retains its colonial charm, and its neo-classical side has always been coveted in the Bedford district.

The house of Kerf is one of the oldest in the city. It might be considered a town heritage today if the Kerf had not always had descendants of age to protect it and keep it in their cultural heritage.

This house, which today is all modernized, shelters the secrets of an extraordinary family lineage: the Bethfords are potent wizards of the community of Kinu, protectors of Lycans, especially the golden blood ones. They have the ability between them to be one with each other. He makes him powerful, almost invincible. His blood is an antidote against psychological degradation and mental illness; poisoning with aconitum, a plant toxic to werewolves; and the best partner of Lupus alpha.

They have never been numerous, and their presence among humans is almost accidental. Without their chosen alpha, they are practically useless and very vulnerable, especially a gold mine for creatures of darkness who seek to blend in with humans. He tortures them until he slowly drains them of their precious blood.

In this glorious and silent house, two teenagers of almost the same age discuss peacefully in the soothing calm of their room, without disturbing the silence in which the house is immersed, the two children of the Kerfs. Perth and Oliver discuss peacefully lying opposite each other in a large four-poster bed. The room is half dark because of the heavy black curtains and the inky-colored walls. Perth has always had a strong attraction to black and anything dark that doesn’t catch the eye.

The dark blue lights that barely illuminate the rooms and the creepy posters that clutter their walls can give goosebumps to any substantial and brave soul. But no one ever complained about his pronounced taste for darkness and weird things. And despite this dark side that emanates from him and his room, Oliver has always found comfort and refuge only in his presence, no matter the situation or the problem that bothers him.

While Oliver is cheerful, joyful, hardworking, and welcoming, he always exudes warmth and brightness, making him approachable and less mysterious and distant than his little brother. The latter is lazy, cold, and unapproachable.

They are like two sides of the same coin; one speaks to you, and the other does not tell you anything worthwhile, or even the sun and the moon, day and night. It also depends on who is facing them.

However, the differences in their personalities don’t bother them too much. They are the light of each other at the end of the tunnel when darkness overwhelms them. When their father died when they were three years old, they almost found themselves alone if there weren’t their nurses and nannies to care for them. That famous day when their father didn’t come back from his trip as planned, their mother lost all purpose and became a shadow of herself.

So my intelligent little brother reacted for the first time in his life. Isn’t that wonderful? Believe me, buddy, I thought you were asexual. Did you like the feeling of seeing a naked woman, or is it because you’ve never seen one in your life?

Hey, that’s not nice to say! Besides, I didn’t do anything at all, I assure you that it was her who brushed my arm with her bare breasts, and like a coward, I fled from the bedroom.

I didn’t know that the surveillance cameras upstairs weren’t off yet. Typically, they are off when the floor is occupied, but each occupant has a sensor that identifies him to prevent intruders and curious people from sneaking in without permission.

So I got caught. The security staff intercepted me with this blunder in my pants and fired me the same evening. I couldn’t even go back to see the charming lady.

You’re too dumb, Oliv. And why hasn’t your mother stopped watching you since that evening? Now she’s a lovely lady. You’re really into her, I see. But you have to make stupid mistakes all the time. I don’t understand how we can be so different from each other.

Although she doesn’t even want you to go back there, although you can’t go back there anymore since they fired you, I’ve never seen her so worried in all my life. It’s as if she suddenly became aware of her condition. She changed. She no longer comes to rummage through our things when we sleep and opens my curtains to let in a bit of light and sunshine as if I needed it.

Yeah, now that you raise the point, I realize why I’m less tired when I wake up and in a good mood. It’s because mom doesn’t come rushing to wake us up anymore, especially very early.

But why did this change exactly? And she often calls us too when we haven’t come home yet. Come to think of it, and It’s rather frightening and disturbing. "Mom is not herself anymore." I don’t recognize this person.

But I’ll grant you that she’s been different since that famous night, and I don’t know why. I spent part of that night with my nerves on edge for nothing. I was anxious and annoyed. I felt that something was watching me, something not average and even harmful. So, I came home early, leaving the rest of the band in the lurch while I threatened to decapitate them limb by limb if they didn’t show up for rehearsal. When you came home, and I heard your voice discussing it with our mother, I felt better, and the feeling of unease disappeared.

It’s true, so why didn’t you tell me? We watch out for each other. You didn’t forget our promise, did you?

I haven’t forgotten our promise, and I don’t want that to happen. Why are you worried, little one? Between us, we are strong. Between us, we are not afraid. Between us, we can protect ourselves from everything, and we will leave this world together on D-Day. I am you, and you are me. My worries are yours, and your joy is mine.

OK, you can stop now. I understand that you haven’t forgotten... Oliver hastened to add to stop his brother. When he is in his company, he is talkative; but when there is someone or anyone else around, he becomes mute and cynical and often casts menacing glances at those who dare to look at him for more than a minute.

She’s been acting crazy when she’s with us for fifteen years, then suddenly stopped everything. I have the impression that she became aware of a fact that we don’t know. Do you see what I mean?

You have to stop this habit of asking questions all the time at the end of your sentences. It’s annoying, buddy, and the worst thing is that you do it all the time with me since you refuse to address the other people adequately than in monosyllables, and your buddies in your band that you threaten all the time instead of talking to them nicely. Let’s move on.

Yeah, that’s right. When I got home, my mom asked me who I was with that night. She looked a little scared. I didn’t have anything different on me, though, and I hadn’t been drinking either, but she told me I smelled weird.

I had to take a bath immediately because she was bugging me with this smell of the stuff, and she sniffed me like a dog. Since that evening, she has changed, and she watches through the windows all the time, not to mention the countless calls she makes to us in class.

Did this woman smell good or have a peculiar smell? Your mother has always had an acute sense of smell. Maybe it was her scent that she smelled on you. Don’t you think so?

"Perth, the questions," Oliver said, rolling his eyes. But no, she had no smell. While I think about it, it’s a little weird; she had no perfume, no body wash, no scent of soap or shampoo, and she had zero odor. Is it possible to have no smell?

Yeah, I think that’s possible, but the way you described her, she should be someone who uses sophisticated and costly product lines. They also smell good and are very soft, a delight for the nostrils, like the products that our mother used to use when we were children. She hasn’t been using them since...he pauses before resuming talking. You know, since when, right?

Yeah, I know. We’re going to watch over mom now, OK? She scares me a little. We can even start retaking online courses to be able to keep an eye on her. She’s the only parent we have left, and I haven’t known any Kerfs apart from us since we were born.

They certainly have a lot of acquaintances but no family members. Not even distant relatives like those who sometimes come out of nowhere to claim the property, as they often do in large wealthy families, are our parents bizarre.

Yeah, they are for sure, plus you don’t need to go to work anymore since she leaves us alone, we can finally have our well-deserved ten hours of sleep for once in fifteen years. And we’re almost old enough to inherit our heritage. What did our ancestors have to do to have so much money? And the basement. I can’t wait to open it.

I don’t know why he always attracted me. I feel a connection with what’s down in the basement that they don’t want us to see until we’re twenty-one. Every time I dream of the door, it has an inscription. Every time I’m about to read it, I always wake up with a start, and it’s always like that.

Hey, you know I respect you a lot despite your heritage. You’re willing to work as a porter to take your freedom. I wish I could, but I can’t. I can’t see myself working that hard while I have the money to live for centuries and centuries without ever wanting. I thank my predecessors for being so passionate and predictable about this. It’s only music and you that interest me after all. The rest, I don’t care. He says to Oliver, who looks at him with half-open eyes.

Even if he were going to shout to the world that his brother isn’t always as cold and emotionless as he often shows, no one would believe him. He was never kind or caring to anyone else apart from him. Then there is the music and its mysterious drawings, which play an essential role in his life. His teammates keep him in the band because he’s good at what he does and the best drummer they can find, but it’s more because they’re afraid of him that the band still exists today. He is, above all, an assiduous ethnologist.

If you hate working, why are you having so much trouble studying? You could drop all those things and live a gypsy life without worrying about anything or anyone.

What about you? Who will watch over you if I don’t care about you? It’s not what I want. I always wanted to watch over you as a duty and because you are my brother and my most important person in this world. I like to read and study, and intense adventures have always attracted me, especially human challenges, the evolution of society, and the hidden side of the universe that many among us have no awareness of. So I am learning valuable things to help me tame my inner self and spiritual side. With more knowledge, I will be a perfect shield for you.

Yeah, if you say so, Oliver replies with a shy smile. You know, if you showed people that passionate side of you, they wouldn’t run away from you when they see you. On the contrary,

I don’t care, as long as you continue to be my brother, the one who shares everything with me and often comes to my room to sleep in my bed. Despite the cynicism of the room, the opinions and advice of others remain and will remain unimportant to me. I only need you and you alone, as we have always been. Don’t you want you?

Oliver got up abruptly and got off the bed, clinging to one of the bedposts where a black drape hung down to the carpet. He uses toiletries that he makes himself. When he’s not reading or rehearsing, he prepares his toiletries, such as shampoo, soap, cologne, or Eau de perfume. Natural products such as flowers, fruits, and some clays have benefits for the human body. He has always followed his instincts in their preparation, especially his mood and the need he felt under the blow.

Well, I think we discussed what worries us a little. I’m returning to my room, and you, are you going somewhere tonight?

No, I don’t think so. I don’t want to. You’re at home. I’d rather stay here to keep you company. I know you’ll come back later, so I’ll be here waiting for you to come back. Wouldn’t you like to have me here with you?

Are you always so confident? You’re a real thorn and a wound. God only knows why I’m the only one capable of seeing you like this because the others would have already taken all this confidence away from you, little rascal. But don’t worry, I won’t come back here tonight until I’m old. We are no longer children; we are adults now.

So what? We’re still brothers no matter how old we are, so I don’t give a fuck about your restrictions. You always do that when I get too emotional or say something that upsets you. And this time, what was it? What did I say? Perth asked, raising his voice a little, which made Oliver uneasy.

He never yells at anyone; his tone of voice is always calm and detached without emotion, but Oliver has always had a knack for pissing him off with a simple gesture or a word since they were very young.

Oliver hates hurting his brother just like he hates when he talks about him as if he’s talking about a lover instead of a brother. He said it made him uncomfortable, but he never said so.

As he stares at each other, Oliver cannot find the right and exact words to explain to his brother why he often runs away from him when he seems too serious about their friendship, promise, and bond of brotherhood.

On the other hand, Perth is fuming with anger. He hates that the only person for whom he has empathy, respect, and consideration is also capable of pushing him away whenever the latter feels he is too close or a little too serious in his speeches.

If only someone else had had such power over him, he would have been happy to beat him until there was nothing left to stand up to him, but the person who can put him in an angry rage is also the person he wants to protect at all costs.

He doesn’t even know why he has to defend him or against whom. He feels that he is his reason for living and that protecting him is the very reason for his existence.

He was about to vent his anger and frustration on his idiot brother when they heard a loud noise in the house. He jumped out of bed skilfully to plant himself in front of Oliver, who was already standing in a fighting position like a lion protecting his little lion cub, his ears on the alert.

What’s that noise? "Oliver whispered, clutching his brother’s black t-shirt, who was listening intently to figure out where the noise was coming from and what was making it." We have to see, Oliver whispers to him, still clinging to his t-shirt. Has she completely lost her mind this time, or is it something else? I thought she was in remission. Our joy was short-lived, too good to be true.

While Oliver keeps whispering in his brother’s ear, he tries his hardest to focus on what’s going on downstairs. The warm breath and fresh smell of Oliver’s mint on his neck and ears send shivers through his body and ants through his stomach. He tries to hide his uneasiness lest Oliver walks away from him and storms out of the room.

The temperature is pleasant today; it is neither hot nor cold, yet beads of sweat were beading Perth’s forehead and temples, and his breathing gasped as if he had just run hundreds of kilometers without taking his breath at an excessive speed. However, he is very athletic and even too much for someone who never shows his body. Sometimes he wonders why he throws himself body and soul into doing physical exercises when he is not the type to brag about his physical assets. It is rare for someone to notice his physical features. He always wears loose clothes and caps. Black is his favorite color. He has hardly worn any other color since he was ten years old.

But someone here knows all too well what he looks like without his oversized clothes and multiple hats.

He picked up all his courage, wiped his sweat-soaked forehead, swallowed his saliva, and moved away a little from his brother, who held him firmly. Where do you think you’re going, silly? His brother whispers to him while trying to raise his voice.

What do you think I’m doing? We’re not going to stay here anyway. Letting her put the house in a terrible state is a terrible idea. We have to go and put an end to it. You stay here. I’ll go. You come down when she’s calmed down.

No, if you go down, I’m coming with you. No way you’re going alone. After all, I’m your big brother. I should be the one who protects you, not the other way around.

OK, you’re the eldest. Oliver, everyone here knows that, but do you want to shout it out to the world? Well, go ahead, but that will be after we deal with what’s going on down there, and that will be when I decide it’s safe for you. He shouted at his brother, a bit pissed off. Did I make myself understood?

He doesn’t know why he’s upset. After all, it’s true that Oliver is his eldest. He didn’t say anything wrong. Oliver is hardworking and resourceful but is also a shy and scared kitten. He lets himself be frightened by anything or whoever wants to scare him. And Perth has always been his armor, his shield in those times. From this, their promise to stay together and watch over each other flows.

A sharp cry caught their attention and ended their little confrontation. The roar startles Oliver, who jumps and clings even tighter to his brother. Perth sighed and turned to him. Let’s go together. I’m not going to leave you here alone. " He grabbed his hand and dragged him toward the door; they exited together.

What the hell is this shit?