Fated reborn - Chapter 28: Chapter 28

"It's not your fault, you couldn't have known." Trent stated. Somehow, he had ended up being the one soothing me instead of the other way around. He brought a shaky hand to my face and wiped what was left of my tears away.
"I- I," what could I say after hearing of the traumatic event he had gone through all those years ago. And he was only a boy at that.
I was just a year older than him and kept pretty much to myself. The pack had always run like a well oiled machine and I thought even though my Father sucked at being a Dad, he must have been doing something right when it came to the pack.
But that wasn't the case either.
"Can we go somewhere else? Your room maybe?" Trent had since rolled his sleeve down, once again hiding the evidence of his abuse.
A bitter taste settled in my mouth when I remembered how Trent always had a teasing smile on his face.
How could he be happy after everything that happened? Or even still be loyal to the pack when it had done nothing but treat him like a leper?
This new found knowledge just added to the many reasons why I hated my Father. All he cared about was power and he didn't mind stepping on some and completely neglecting others all in the name of becoming more powerful.
Trent lead my spaced out form to my room and closed the door behind him.
"How are you feeling?" He whispered, genuine concern shining bright in his eyes and he looked nothing the the beat up Trent I had had an earthshattering conversation with.
"I should be asking you that." I said instead of answering. My voice was choked with emotions as I took an unsteady step towards him.
"It's fine. It happened a long time ago and I've become accustomed to it." He said, his tone straight and even as he brushed everything that happened under the rug like it was nothing.
It wasn't nothing.
"No one should have to go through what you did. It's inhumane. And as for my Father... I can't believe him."
Trent's jaw hardened and his expressive brown eyes dropped to the ground.
"No one should. But I can't stop it."
"How do you not hate me?" I whispered, my heart cracking at my own words.
The thought had crossed my mind ever since my Father was mentioned and the very real fear gripped me that Trent actually hated me. As unlikely as it seemed.
His shocked eyes shot to mine and he took a ragged breath.
"How could I? Why would I hate you Wyn? You weren't responsible for anything. You were a child too." He rushed out, his eyes flooding with emotions similar to mine.
"I mean, I'm the Alpha's daughter, it's possible that-"
"No, it's not possible." Trent barreled in, his voice rising with desperation.
"I'm not like that Wyn. Transferring aggression, it's not me at all. And you're not like that too. The short while I've known you made me realize what an amazing friend and person you are." His eyes shone with sincerity that matched his words and my eyes went annoyingly wet.
I wasn't going to cry. Not anymore.
"I could never hate you." He whispered.
His eyes bored into mine and he looked at me as though he had known me all his life. He took an uneasy step towards me and I met him halfway.
I threw my arms around him and hugged him tight. His warm body and even heart beats soothed me. In turn, I tried to soothed the inner child that had been hurt and neglected by this pack. The boy who had nothing but the best intentions to help his mother and every other omega in the pack. The boy who had been punished for his good will.
Trent pulled his warm hands away from me and looked down at me with a small smile.
"You alright?"
"Are you alright?" I countered with a quirked brow and his smile widened.
"Just fine."
"Same."
We didn't talk much after that until Trent stated he had to go to his room to get a few things. It had all been going well until he suggested I go with him for fear that something would happen to me.
I drew the line there and practically kicked him out of my room, reassuring him over and over that I would be fine.
I had taken a shower in the five minutes Trent had been gone because he got back in record time.
"Did you run there and back?" I asked even though it was obvious. His breathing matched that of a steam engine and sweat ran down the sides of his face in streams.
"Gee, is it that obvious?" He gave me a look and rolled his eyes at me before shuffling over to the sorry looking couch in the corner of the room.
"I'll sleep here. And if you don't mind, I'm borrowing my friend over here." He stated then snatched the pillow I had tossed at him earlier.
"It's getting late, why don't you go to bed." Trent said then dropped on the couch. Then groaned.
"What is stuffed in here? Because it definitely can't be foam or cotton." He whined as he stretched on the couch like a cat.
"It is a tightly packed foam couch. The key words being tightly packed." I drawled and he mumbled something under his breath I couldn't catch.
Going back and forth seemed the least appealing thing to me and I settled for glancing up at the plain cream ceiling.
Trent's even snores kept me company moments later and I realized how tired he was.
The sky outside was a merge of black and dark blue and little stars sprinkled across it's darkness. That was as much as I could see through the window.
The closed window this time. I didn't have the courage to keep it open even though I was here.
Sleep came slow. But it came none the less. And I found myself teleported to a land that reeked of blood and death.