Chapter 29

                                    

                                          
Onyx
I slept like shit last night. I was tossing and turning and eventually at about four in the morning I decided it was enough. I went downstairs to the living room, plopped down on the couch, and starting drawing. 
Drawing has always eased my mind whenever I'm overwhelmed, but the annoying thing was, was that this time I wasn't so much overwhelmed but upset. 
Mav came home super late last night, something about a fight at the club that he had to deal with. To make matters worse, Kai and Dame never came home and didn't respond to the numerous texts we had sent them demanding to know what they were up to. 
Mav and I had both gone to bed angry probably because we both knew they had crashed with Lilah. 
I don't understand the pull that she has to Kai and Dame and frankly I should be glas I'm able to resist it. I want to be happy for my brothers, but all I am is angry. I know the shit that can happen when you involve others in your shitty life, and isn't that what we're doing? 
Lilah had it all ok before she contacted Mav and Kai and Dame got obsessed with her. Now, she's been abducted and tortured simply for knowing us. 
When I first heard that she was taken I couldn't help the ball of anxiety that I keep tightly contained from unraveling. This could't be happening. Not after everything we've done to prevent it. 
It took me by surprise to see that as soon as we got there, Lilah had already gotten herself out of the shit we put her into. I wanted to smile and drag her into my arms–where the fuck that came from I don't know. 
That only made it worse when she pulled her gun on Mav. I knew deep down she wasn't actually going to shoot him, but there was a glassy look in her eyes that showed how out of it she really was. 
We've seen Lilah annoyed and angry, but this was different. She was covered in blood and the look on her face was murderous. 
Even Kai doesn't look that way when he gets excited. For him it's a game, but for Lilah its a destresser. If anything that makes it worse to see. What shit has she gone through that bathing herself in blood and guts makes her feel better? 
I shiver at that thought as I pour myself my fourth cup of coffee for the day. I glance over at my sketchbook wondering if I should do some more to get my mind off of the past few days. 
The slamming of the front door almost makes me drop my coffee, and when I look up I see a fuming Dame. 
"What the fuck Dame?" I say wiping the spilled coffee off the counter. Dame is the most laid back out of all of us so whatever has him this pissed off is big. 
"Where is he." Dame growls, his voice deeper than I have ever heard. He doesn't ask, he just demands. 
"Office." I say my eyes wide. I don't think I've ever seen Dame act this way, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't scare me. He's the cool and composed one out of all of us. If he loses that, the Valors are fucked. We each bring our own advantages to the mix, and if Dame looses his calm, then we're nothing better than a bunch of murderous pyschos. 
I don't think Kai would mind that though. 
I trail behind Dame as he stalks towards Mav's office towards the right side of the house. He doesn't even knock, just kicking in the door which has Mav looking up startled from his desk. 
"You're a fucking asshole you know that?" Dame screams, swiping his hands along Mav's desk until all of it's contents are on the floor. 
Mav stands up, his body shaking with anger.