No One Will Ever Hurt You Again I Promise-Chapter 59: Lost Object Found

Perth stared blankly at Howie, his mind bowling, his thoughts racing at full speed in his head until they wanted to drive him crazy. He unconsciously stepped back before tripping over his brother’s foot right behind him. He suddenly feels dizzy, as if the blow he received from El is starting to take effect on the most beautiful.

He hears his brother’s panicked voice calling him from a long distance, but he can’t see his face; he feels like he’s getting further away from him, as if he was sinking into a black hole.

Then it was his mother’s voice that woke him up. He was at home, lying on his bed, immersed in his room’s frightening and unsettling darkness without making a sound, his eyes staring at the ceiling as if he was dreaming with his eyes wide open.

"It’s time to wake up, Perth. Don’t be a lazy ass. Can you tell me what you are doing here all alone? And where is your brother? Why are you not together? " She shouted at him, examining him from head to foot, putting a little light in the room, which seemed way too sinister for her taste.

"Mom?" Perth wondered, "But what are you doing here? "We saw it; it devoured you, right?"

"What are you talking about? Who devoured me? But I’m here with you. Where is your brother? I have looked for him everywhere without being able to find him. I know that you know where he is. So tell me where he went to hide this time. It would be best if you did not leave him alone. "

"Only you can watch over him properly if he does not find him one day."

"This boy will end up driving me crazy one day. I mustn’t take my eyes off him. He hides all the time. Get up and fetch him for me immediately. This is early morning, and he’s already back with his pranks. "

Then his mother started talking to herself, almost forgetting that he was there, but that didn’t stop her from bringing as much light as possible into her son’s gloomy room. Meanwhile, Perth realizes something abnormal in this moving picture he forms with his mother in this room.

"What the fuck, but what the hell is going on here?" Why am I just a puny, skinny kid? "

"Jesus Christ, Perth, watch your language... Ultimately, I have no choice but to wash your filthy little mouth out with soap and Clorox. Where did you go to pick up all those high-sounding words?"

Perth is startled by his mother’s outburst. His mother hates hearing her son curse. She stops to rummage in his room to give him a dead glare while Perth is frozen on the spot, watching her every movement.

After one minute or two, which seems like an eternity gazing at each other without moving, she decides to speak again.

"If you want to grow bigger, you should eat correctly and take your vitamins when I give them to you. Please don’t throw them away; it’s for your sake. Now get me, your brother. Follow your instincts like you always do to find him. You are good at that. I expect you both in less than ten minutes. "

Without further ado and even having time to analyze and understand what was happening around him, another voice he knew only too well caught his attention, and he was no longer in his room. How did it happen? He doesn’t know, but that’s how it is.

"Come on, big boy, hurry up." Yeah, that’s it, darling. Lift it. Don’t turn away from your instinct. Follow it; your intuition will guide you when the time comes. It’s your most formidable weapon, and that’s where your strength comes from. "

"Father! He exclaimed in a high-pitched voice, a voice that could shame him. Is it you? What are you doing here? What’s going on? You shouldn’t be here. "

"Why, big boy, aren’t you glad I’m home?" Now wash your hands and face; I brought many things back from my trip. Where is your brother?"

Lost in many memories that he relives on a loop as if they had happened today, Perth does not know where to turn and cannot think properly.

He does not know what order he must follow, but he realizes one thing. His whole life has evolved around Oli. It’s like he was almost programmed to watch over Oliver, to find him whenever he goes lost. But why, since he is the younger of the two? It should be Oliver watching over him, not the other way around.

His parents were still ordering him to find him when he disappeared from their sight, urging him to follow his instincts.

Therefore, these chains of events made him addicted to his brother. They pushed him to live only for him and by him.

"What happened to him?" Oliver asks Howie and El, who are looking at him and don’t understand anything about the current state of Perth. He passed out into the arms of his brother, who grabbed him before he had time to touch the hard ground.

"Why did you wallop him? He is only a child. He indeed does everything to protect me, and he sometimes acts as if he were the eldest, but he is only a child, you brute."

"He doesn’t know how to deal and interact with other people; he only knows how to talk to, watch over, and make me laugh. You are just a brute! You didn’t have to hurt him. He just wanted to help me, like he often does."

"Hey, listen, little boy. If I smack your brother, it’s because he searched for it and deserved it too. I would never have done that if he hadn’t laid his hand on me. So, stop this bullshit, don’t blame it on me. Plus, I have nothing to do with his discomfort. "

"Hey, both of you, calm down. El, don’t you think it’s not the moment now? He isn’t in his normal state; do you remember that? So, stop talking to him like that." Howie intervenes to end the conversation between Oliver and El. "And then we are here. My father will help us manage all this. "

"But from my experience, I think he is dreaming or having nightmares, or at least he has returned to his memories. He stammered the sentence I said to him before falling into the void."

"And believe me, Oliver, I am the master of recycling and seclusion sleep, overpopulated with twisted and confusing memories. Give him some time. He’ll wake up soon; this has nothing to do with El. "

When Perth passed out, Howie called his father to pick them up. He could carry him home, but he didn’t want to risk carrying an unconscious boy in his arms through the streets, risking attracting much more attention to them than they already had. And he didn’t want it to be anything else. They couldn’t do it in plain sight in the street if they had to intervene to help him on their own.

Crouched by Perth’s bedside, Oliver clutched his brother’s hand as if it were the last thing in the world that could serve him as a source of oxygen or water as if his life depended on it.

"I need to talk to you." Hey, would you two follow me?" Marc told them, coming down the stairs with great strides. "Please get to the kitchen, both of you, and give them some time and space to breathe."

Without asking a question, the boys, El and Howie, follow him to the kitchen, giving each other worried looks. They had barely crossed the kitchen doorstep when Marc suddenly turned to face them, which startled them.

"Damn you, old man!" shouted Bravael, "But why all this racket? What did you swallow?"

"Hey," Marc told him, glaring with a menacing finger pointing at him. "Ah, okay, this is not the time," thinks Bravael without comment. He looked away to avoid the menacing gaze that Marc had put on him. "I have to stop my bullshit," repeated the latter.

As he says nothing more and he avoids at all cost looking in the direction of Marc, this one leaves him aside to turn towards his son.

"But what is this again? Didn’t you go out for your jog? How come I end up with two other kids under my arms? Does anyone want to tell me, please?"

"Uh, in fact, it’s like you say, we hadn’t planned to meet them either, and we couldn’t leave them in the street when they are in this state," answers Howie calmly as sleeping water.

"Oh really? And why that?" Mark replies.

"Well, because they’re a little lost and something is scaring them, not to mention they’re baffled." They don’t know what’s happening to them; although Perth, the unconscious one, isn’t a wolf, the poor thing is worried sick about his brother."

"I thought I understood that part," answers Marc, "but that does not explain why I find myself with them under my arms. Do I have the head of one of those agents who work at the lost and found counters for you, guys? "

"We can’t keep them here." You don’t even know these boys. How could you act like this? "

"Hey, calm down, bro. It’s not like they can hurt him. He wanted to help them. Your son may look like a heartless bastard, but you and I know only too well what it is."

"Besides, if we had left them alone, there is a good chance that Oliver would have killed his brother by tearing him to pieces before daybreak tomorrow morning. And with both of them, we can see that they are close. No matter what, his silly brother will not leave him alone for a moment. "

Marc, listening to El, feels baffled by the latter’s words. He repeatedly blinks like a silly kid before grasping the whole situation. El was analyzing the situation by only looking at his surroundings. That’s unbelievable.

"Oh, am I dreaming?" Marc is acting like a troublesome brat now. "If I understand correctly, you now have an eye for noticing these things too."

"Okay, I didn’t think I’d be gone long enough to witness this day, but that’s fine; after all, better late than never."

"Anyway, I must remind you that I have a son to protect at the expense of my life and everything that exists that is not him." so I don’t want him to start making mindless choices that could cost him his life."

"It’s his safety first, and then he already picked you up, and now you are bringing two more. Is this some homeless dog shelter I have here, or what?"

Bravael rolled his eyes in annoyance. Of course, that’s typical of him regarding Marc’s words. He never took the latter terms by heart. He knows he is a loudmouth like him, constantly barking, never biting.

"Yeah, unfortunately for you, buddy, I know how to notice these things. Just because I’m stubborn and act stupidly sometimes doesn’t mean I don’t see what’s happening around me. I’m not devoid of common sense." He rode at Marc in an annoying and boring tone.

"And I’m not a stray dog, you rude, old man. When I left my house, I had a specific purpose: to find your damn son. " He snorted, glaring at Marc, who was glaring back at him with a smirk.

Howie looks at them in turn, then shakes his head. He would never understand the bond between these two even after a century, but now he should intervene before their little talk becomes a battle.

"Dad, I know I was careless on this one, but they need help, and we can’t leave them in the wild on their own like this. If he kills his brother in the process of his first transformation, he will never recover, and Oliver will find some peace of mind only by killing everything that moves and breath; he’ll become a rogue."

"So, he will become a bloodthirsty beast; believe me, nothing can fill the void that will leave in him. I don’t even want to talk about remorse." Howie said in a serious, sad tone.

"And this little guy over there, I met him at the party that the twins gave, he was not someone with bad thoughts and ulterior motives, he and his friend were very nice to me, and they watched over my drinks and everything needed. I would rather be afraid of the other but not of Oliver, his friend was clear on what he wanted from me, but Oliver was trying to talk him out of it."

El rolled his eyes at Howie’s words, feeling even more annoyed than Marc had made him feel earlier. He pfffed and tsked before stepping into the conversation between father and son.

"Oh well, now I understand why you were so relaxed talking to him; you’ve spoken to him before. You were delighted and amazed that night, I imagine. And he’s not very bad, eh?"

"Cut the crap, El. That is no time for twisted jokes, and don’t act like a cuckold lover around me. I noticed them because they were sincere; they were nothing hypocritical. They weren’t like my comrades who do everything to project a false image of them. And no one has ever impressed me, as you say."

El tries not to roll his eyes again, he feels offended by Howie’s word, who called him a cuckold lover, yet that’s not what he meant to imply. But does he feel that way? Pff, he doesn’t know, nor does he want to think about it too much either.

"This arrogant little prick is his father’s son," he grumbled inwardly.

"Good, okay, fine." Marc intervenes by sweeping the air in front of him with a weary hand. ’We will watch over them for this evening..."

"Dad?"

"Okay, we keep them until they’re ready to fly away with their own zeal. But I’m warning you, boy, if they try to play tricks on us or anything funny, I won’t hesitate to take care of their case personally."

And I’ll be happy to help, that little brat is already getting on my nerves, so it won’t be hard to teach them a good life lesson. It’s like El was waiting for Marc to step out of his shady state.

Don’t even think about it, silly. H warmed him, "you’ve done enough already. Apart from my father, no one has the right to intimidate them, not even me."

The culprit didn’t let himself be intimidated by Howie’s threat; on the contrary, he chose to point out a fact he always witnessed with the father and son duo.

"I sometimes wonder if you don’t want to switch places with your father, I often have the impression he is the child here, and you are the father. Always ready to bossy people around. We are not your minions, my friend."

"That’s it. Well, now that everything is correct, how will we manage the full moon tonight? I feel that we will have our work cut out tonight. It will be a bit special, too, when I think, I don’t want to attend a patrol tonight." Howie intervenes by ignoring El’s remarque completely.

"That’s how it is, man. We don’t all have what we dream of," El replies, patting his shoulder.

"Didn’t you tell me your friend has a basement fitted out for this problem?" Marc asks them while heading for the refrigerator, where he begins to take out fresh produce to prepare food for them.

"Hey, no, hell no, no way we’re bringing them over there. There’s no way I’m exposing him and his pack to strangers we know nothing about. So, we’ll stay here and manage the situation as best we can with the means at hand. Plus, I can be handy since there’s only one wolf."

Marc paused abruptly. Howie, who had been wearily running a weary hand through his hair to get his beanie off, also paused to watch El intently.

They were shocked to see him so vehemently objecting to the suggestion. Yet he proclaims loud and clear that he no longer wants anything to do with Theo and that he can overcome this bond he has created with the other by his will.

Marc turned back to face Howie, who made the same gesture as him, and with one voice, they asked.

"Isn’t our El fantastic?" Then they burst out laughing.

El realizes his misstep too late, except by his ears which betray his embarrassment. It’s true that he really talks nonsense about his way of handling the situation between him and Theo, since each time, he fails to keep his cool when he hears his name. So, he tries somehow not to let himself be teased by these two while keeping his head high.

"That’s it, have fun while you still can, you morons," he muttered between his teeth before leaving the kitchen, glaring at them with hostility.