A Beautiful Fate

by Unknown

  My dad took my thread of life and he pulled as he spoke. I watched the minutes turn. He was buying me time but I could tell he didn’t have the strength to do much more than that.

  “I will not allow you to die on my watch, but I cannot hold on much longer. I want you to know I am so sorry for the choices I made. I love you, Ava. Please, I beg of you, please forgive me and please wake up.”

  My father’s face faded into nothingness before I could tell him I loved him too and my eyes shot open; they were sticky with fresh tears. I once again found myself shrouded in night, but the darkness was different this time, more tangible. I could smell plastic and the surface I was lying on was rocking briskly. I moved my right arm and stretched it out in front of me, touching the blackness that engulfed me.

  Oh, my God I am in a garbage bag.

  I swallowed the panic that began to build inside me. I bit down hard on my cheek to keep from screaming out. I could hear the crashing of waves around me. They think I am dead and they’re going to dump me at sea. I stuck my finger through my pliable casket and began to rip my way out. I could see their feet. We were on a boat and both of them were facing away from me. They seemed to be looking at and arguing about the motor. I looked around, squinting in the dark to get my bearings. I could not believe my luck when I spied a gun lying on the ground near me. This was my chance and I had to take it; I knew there would not be a second one.

  Taking hold of the gun in my right hand, with all of my strength, I climbed to my feet. I took shaky aim at the back of No.1’s head and with my trembling finger pulled the trigger. The noise from the gun was ear shattering. I flinched as the man went down instantaneously. I held back my queasy stomach as parts of No. 1’s head splattered my face and hair.

  No. 2 twisted around and saw me standing there, like a ghost that had come back to life. He sprang forward and tried to grab the gun but I kicked him back. He charged at me again and this time he took me down with him. I landed with him on top of me on the hard surface of the boat’s deck. Our fall caused the gun to drop with a plunk into the ocean. No. 2 leapt to his feet and kicked me square in the ribs. I heard them crunch and my eyes watered. He lifted me partially up, and dragged my body back to the front of the boat while I kicked and screamed for dear life. Walking backwards and hauling my unwilling body, he lost his footing. The momentary pause in the action gave me a chance to right myself. I lunged at him with all my might and was able to knock the wind out of him.

  He grabbed the hawser and looped it around my neck. I could feel his hot breath against my ear as he attempted to tighten the noose. I threw my head back and hit his as hard as humanly possible. I heard and felt the crack of his nose against the back of my skull. My fingers were shaking; I grabbed at the rope and pulled it away from my throat, slipping it around No. 2’s neck instead. I kicked him backwards and his feet caught in my discarded garbage bag. He yelled as he fell backwards over the rail.

  My palms burned as I held on to the rope until the struggling at the other end came to a sudden stop. That was it; he was dead.

  I had shot and strangled two men. Their blood was on my hands. I felt myself shaking as I fought my way off the boat and onto the dock. I pushed myself through the sand, up towards the homes in the distance. I was fading fast; blood was still seeping from my shoulder and the pain was nearly unbearable. The familiar twinkling lights on Ari’s deck were a beacon calling me home. I fell down in the sand every few steps, my arm and side screaming out in pain. My head was woozy, and I was beyond weak, but somehow I kept pushing myself forward. I crawled my way up the back steps and onto the deck. I was tired, soaking wet and covered in mud. My eyes were filling up with black spots. I peeled my right hand off the gunshot wounds on my left shoulder. My hand was covered in my own dark red blood. I pressed it against the sliding glass door, right before my legs gave out, and I was once again lost in complete darkness.

  Part 2

  Chapter 16

  I lied.

  My eyes opened to bright blinding lights. My right hand was tucked firmly inside someone else’s. Forcing my eyes to adjust to the brightness, I slowly focused in on ...“Margaux?” I croaked. “Margaux, what are you doing here?”

  She gave a frilly, fake laugh.

  “Why wouldn’t I be here, Ava? It’s not every day that my only granddaughter gets shot twice and lives to tell about it.”

  My hand quickly pulled out of hers and flew up to my gunshot wounds. My shoulder was covered in thick gauze and pain immediately filled my body, followed by a flood of all the memories that came with it.

  “Where is Lauren?” I started to panic, “Is she ok?”

  Margaux, looking less than concerned, peered down at her fingernails. “Yes, I think she is fine...just a few cuts. They released her the same evening.”

  “Where is Ari?”

  “That boy, along with the rest of the Alexanders, is in the waiting room. The hospital has you under strict surveillance; you aren’t to speak to anyone until the police arrive. Ava, let’s cut to the chase. You can’t fool me. I know what you are and let’s just say that those two men were just the beginning. They aren’t going to stop until they get you. You should have been able to see this coming a long time ago... and you probably would have, if you hadn’t been so busy screwing that Alexander boy.”

  My mouth hung open in shock, “Margaux, I…”

  She held her hand up to stop me.

  “I don’t want to hear the dirty details, Ava. The truth is that you are lucky to be alive and you are lucky that young girl is alive. Those men know where you are and they will pick that family off one at a time if that’s what it takes to get to you. If you have any heart at all, you will leave and finish this on your own. Andrew should have known better than to let you in his family’s lives. You aren’t good for them.”

  Ouch.

  “Since I am still your legal guardian, I have arranged a place for you to stay in London. I own some property there and I have a flat that is currently vacant. You will finish school in London at Wheatin Prep. Unfortunately, I don’t think it is safe for you to attend class there, so I am working some things out with a private professor. As soon as the doctor releases you, we will be leaving. Your belongings at the DPI dorm will be packed up and placed in storage.”

  I stared at her in disbelief. “You knew what I am and you never said anything?”

  “Ava, it was not my place, simply put.”

  My soul felt as though it was being hollowed out. I was empty inside. I had to leave Ari. Margaux may have been a cold and ruthless monster, but she was right. The Kakos would kill him if that is what it would take to get to me. I had no choice. A tear slipped down my cheek.

  “If you weren’t recovering from two gunshot wounds, I would smack you,” Margaux spat at my slight show of emotional distress. “It’s time for you to grow up; this is bigger than some silly boyfriend, Ava. It is time you realized the severity of the situation and start to figure out some kind of resolution. Turn your feelings off and focus.”

  I nodded my head in agreement and wiped my own tear. “When will I be okay to travel?”

  “You will have a day or two to recuperate here. I’ll let the nurse know that you are awake and able to speak with a detective. As soon as you get your release, we will be on the next flight out. Now, I have to leave. You will need a physical therapist in London and I have to get on the phone with the school to ensure you graduate this spring.”

  She took a step towards the door then turned back to face me.

  “When the police come, do be vague, dear; you don’t want to have yourself committed. Do you understand?”

  “Yes ma’am.” I answered in a pathetically small voice.

  Margaux left and I allowed myself a moment to cry. I thought about Ari. I didn’t want to leave him. He had made me happier than I had ever been. I loved him, but I would do anything to save his life.

  As soon as the doctor came in, I wiped my tears away and shoved my emotions into
the recesses of my mind. He gave me a breakdown of the injuries I had sustained. I had several cracked ribs and I had been shot twice in the left shoulder. I had required surgery and both of the bullets had been successfully removed. He told me that it was a miracle that I had survived the first shot at all as it was particularly close to my chest

  “I’m sorry to say that it took the paramedics fifteen minutes to arrive at the Alexander’s home. If it hadn’t been for their boy performing CPR, we would not be having this conversation.”

  Thinking back to my last conscious moment – seeing my blood-stained handprint on the Alexander’s glass door, gave me a rush of cold shivers that tingled along my spine.

  “Detective Scott is outside and waiting to speak with you, Miss. Baio. Is it okay to send him in?”

  I nodded.

  Detective Scott entered right after my doctor left. He was all business, dressed in a very nice suit, black hair slicked back without a single stray strand on his head. I knew immediately that I had seen him before. He had been at the restaurant Providence the night I first arrived in California. He was a friend of Margaux and knew I was Adrian’s daughter. Detective Scott introduced himself and began right away with some questions. They were all basic, my-side-of-the story type stuff. When he got near the end of his questioning, he paused for a moment.

  “There is just one thing I don’t really understand, Miss Baio. How did you know where to find Lauren, if you were at a concert at the time of her kidnapping?”

  “Uh,” I stalled, “I don’t actually know the answer to that. I hit my head really hard at the show and I don’t remember much of the night. I guess maybe she sent me a text or something.” My excuse sounded lame even to me and I swallowed hard.

  “Hmm,” he said, looking at me intently. Then he handed me his business card with his private number circled in ink.

  “If you have anything more you would like to tell me, call me at once.”

  Ya, right buddy.

  I agreed to do so as I watched him walk away.

  Ari came in a few minutes after Detective Scott left. He looked exhausted and as if he were in a pit of utter despair. He placed his hand on my cheek and I looked into his deep dark eyes, forcing my mind to remember every single detail. The little crease in his forehead when he was thinking or concerned, his soft, full, pink lips that made my skin tingle whenever he kissed me and the clear dark brown eyes I knew so well, and the way his long fingers felt like feathers across my skin.

  “Ava,” he whispered, “I’m so sorry.”

  “I’m ok, Ari,” I said as I lifted my good arm up and placed my hand against his scruffy cheek. I was craving one last touch. He closed his eyes and moved my palm to his lips, filling it with kisses. Butterflies fluttered...and I killed them with one deep breath. I blinked away my love and turned my heart to stone. I took my hand out of his. I was about to hurt the people I loved the most.

  “Ari, I’m leaving,” I said curtly. “I can’t allow something like this to happen again. Lauren could have been killed, and if I stick around, they will just try again – and I am sure they will succeed next time. I can’t put our relationship in front of the lives of your family.”

  Shock washed over him. “What does that mean?”

  “I can’t be with you anymore.”

  “You can’t, or you don’t want to?”

  I closed my eyes and suppressed the evil bile that was rising up in my throat.

  “I don’t want to,” I lied.

  He let out a long breath before speaking, his hands were shaky and his voice was in a panic. “We will get through this, Ava. I love you. You can’t walk away from me now, not ever. I won’t let you.”

  “You don’t have a choice, Ari. I’ve made up my mind. It’s too late.”

  “I don’t believe you, Ava. How can you sit here and lie to me like this? Say it, say you are lying, just please tell me you’re lying.”

  I shook my head no, I couldn’t bear to look him in the eyes.

  “Don’t ever lie to me, Ava! Stop it now!”

  “I’m not lying.” My face was stone. My emotions were kept so tightly in check that I could hardly breathe.

  “Tell me you don’t love me.”

  “I don’t love you.” I lied.

  “You are a liar.”

  “No. I am not a liar, Ari. I never loved you.” I lied again and again.

  Ari stood by my bed for a few minutes, hell, maybe a few hours, I don’t know. I was absolutely numb to everything. My mind had shut down and I was just a shell of person. I was not at all prepared for the pain that this giant hole in my heart was causing.

  Ari put my hand back in his before he left, and brought my fingers up against his soft lips. “I know when I am being lied to. Just promise me this one thing; that when it’s time for you to come home, you will come home to me and you will tell me the truth.” I looked up at him and stared blankly in to his eyes. He dropped my hand and left.

  I don’t know what Ari told his family, but to my surprise they each came in to see me. Lauren cried and begged me to stay and though my heart broke again, I pushed back tears and remained firm and distant. Rory came in hand in hand with Julia and I felt a small hint of a smile play on my face. I was glad to see that things were starting to work out for him. He said very little to me; I had hurt not just Ari, but all of them with my decision to leave. I prayed and hoped that they could see my decision was for the best. Margaux was right; they were better off without me.

  Andy came in with Aggie. She looked tired and sick. I am sure she was distraught by what had happened with Lauren and her obvious anguish made me feel even more sure that I was making the right move.

  “You don’t have to do this, Ava.” Her tone was severe; she was angry with me.

  “You belong with us. We have waited seventeen years for you to come home; we are your family, damn it.”

  “No, you aren’t my family, Aggie.” I closed my eyes to push back the hot tears I could feel forming behind my eyelids. I turned away from her. She stood there for a moment speechless and then sobbed into Andy’s silent arms and they left the room.

  The nurse followed in after they left and checked my blood pressure.

  “I don’t want any more visitors coming into this room, do you understand?” My tone was neither kind nor warm.

  “Ok, I’ll make sure of it. What about your guardian?”

  “Do I have a choice?” I snapped.

  “No ma’am, I’m sorry you don’t.”

  “Then why the hell did you even bother asking me?”

  “You’re right, I apologize.”

  I gave her a bone-chilling stare and watched as the goose bumps rose on her arms and up the back of her neck. I felt a strange rush of power and an unbelievable amount of control. I sat up a little straighter and clenched my jaw. The nurse tore the Velcro from the blood pressure cuff off my arm and rushed out of the room as if her life depended on it. A big NO VISITORS sign was hung on my door, but that nurse didn’t return to my room for the rest of my stay.

  Chapter 17

  Hate

  The flight was absolutely miserable. I refused the painkillers the doctor prescribed for my shoulder because I despise the way they make me feel as though I have no control over my mind or my body. The pain in my shoulder was nothing compared to the one in my soul. A heavy ache radiated from my chest up through my limbs and into my mind. Every time I closed my eyes, Ari was there and the hurt started over, and each time the hurt was worse than the time before.

  We had a layover in Chicago and being in the city that had so recently been my home made everything worse. Thoughts of Mia and my mother flooded my mind. Then Margaux dragged me through the airport to the very same coffee shop Ari and I had been to just a few months earlier, and the ache in my heart doubled.

  Spending a total of twelve hours with Margaux doing anything would have been torture, but this trip away from Dana Point was inhumane and excruciatingly painful. I got the distinct impres
sion that my grandmother felt the same way. At least she had had the decency to put us in first class so I was not physically uncomfortable...and was able to maintain a modicum of distance from her. The flight attendant caught on pretty quickly that Margaux and I were not going to be a pleasure to deal with and ignored us most of the time, which was fine by me.

  “Did you know that the Alexanders had been looking for me?”

  Margaux sighed with obvious irritation.

  “You really want to do this now?”

  “Tell me.”

  “Yes, I knew.”

  “Why didn’t you tell them I was your granddaughter?”

  “What would they have done with that information, Ava? You were a child and you were living with your mother, where you belonged. You weren’t good for them. You aren’t good for anybody.”

  “Who are my mother’s birth parents?”

  Margaux choked on her gin and tonic and dabbed her lips with a cheap airplane napkin. “What would possess you to ask that question?”

  “She was like me, wasn’t she? She was like me and my father, but you never told her.”

  “Fine, Ava, you’re right. Lucy’s birth mother was a very dear friend of mine and, yes, they were like you. Fates. She was of Clotho. Her mother was afraid that she would be hunted down and killed so I promised I would take her in and protect her and I did until she met your father and he ruined her life.”

  “Did her mother have any more children?”

  Margaux rubbed her temples in annoyance but I could care less how she felt at the moment. I had questions and if I needed to, I would happily beat the answers out of her.

  “She did have one more daughter. She couldn’t bear to give up another child so she kept her, and they went in to hiding. I heard her daughter was killed last year, shot by one of the men you killed six days ago.”

  “Did her daughter have any children?”