Catching Feelings

Chapter 11

Chapter 11: The Voice Within

[ Trinity ]

Trinity shakily looked behind her, recognizing the deep voice of the man that had kidnapped her and held her captive in his ratty trailer for three hours. "I thought this school had a good security system, to prevent random strangers from entering."

Derek pulled her chair back from the table, spinning it around so her entire body was facing him. The people who saw the interaction didn't seem to care much and if they did they didn't show it. "In case you hadn't noticed, Beacon Hills isn't exactly good at keeping its body count down."

"I noticed, I just hoped I wouldn't be one of them." Trinity shook under his harsh glare, the familiarity of the intense look had tears welling up in her crystal blue eyes. "Please don't hurt me."

Derek pulled away from her, easing up to relieve her of such distress but her heart was beating hard in her chest, fear making her blood pulse quicker through her veins. "Trinity, I need you to breathe."

"I-I can't. I don't know what happening," She gasped her hand clutching her chest tightly.

Derek walked closer to help her, but when he got too close her skin electrocuted him forcing him to move away. "What the hell was that?"

Trinity shook, closing her eyes and mumbling a serious of words in a different language that Derek wasn't familiar with. Within a couple of minutes she was back to normal, her breathing evening itself out on its own. "I need to go."

She ran away as quickly as possible after sloppily picking up the notebooks and the tablet, shoving them into her shoulder bag. "What's the rush?" Isaac stopped her from running away, a gentle smile on his face that looked foreign on his sharp features.

"Nothing, please leave me alone. I don't want to be apart of your crazy supernatural freak show."

Trinity sped down the hallway, her backpack weighing her down a bit. It didn't take her long to get in her Range Rover and drive home.

As she made it past the large door she shut it hard, the slam sounding louder than she'd ever dare do before. "What the hell—" Sam came from the kitchen, a man behind him with grey hair and blue eyes that seemed to hold no remorse and anger. "—Trinity? Why aren't you at school?"

The deadly tone in his voice sent shivers down her spine, and her pupils dilating in fear. "There was an early release today, because of parent teacher conferences."

It wasn't a complete lie. There was an early release, just not when Trinity left. "Who might this be, Samuel."

"This is Trinity, my daughter."

The grey haired man seemed much more interested in the pretty blonde. "Ah, you hold such promise."

"What do you mean?"

"In due time. I'm Gerard Argent," The old man —Gerard— held out a wrinkled hand with various sunspots and cuts here and there.

Trinity reluctantly reached out her own, gently shaking his back. "Nice to meet you."

"You look just like your mother."

Gerard noticed how Trinity tensed, looking timidly at her father. Sam looked down at her, eyes void of emotion after hearing the mention of his deceased wife. "He complimented you Trinity, say thank you."

"T-thank you."

Sam was angry, she could tell, but she hadn't expected him to be home, he was supposed to be working all night. "How about you go upstairs, Trinity. I'll call you down when we get hungry."

She nodded, bidding Gerard a goodbye as she scrambled up the stairs. As she walking into her room, shutting the door and locking it, she returned to the tablet going over the Latin that she could read like it was English.

Her fingers tapping away at the tablet as she deciphered the words for Lydia. It took everything in her not to go back to the pages that started to talk about Angels. Something about it drew her in, made her giddy to understand what it was. An idea popped into her head that she tried to push down.

He wouldn't notice if I was quiet.

Trinity took a risk, sneakily walking out of her room and into her fathers. The bestiary was in a chest at the foot of his bed, a large lock dangling proudly on the front. She pulled a bobby-pin from her hair, breaking it to put it in the lock and force it open.

Before the heavy lock could fall to the ground, Trinity caught it, slowly opening the chest to find the leather bound book underneath some of her mother's old clothes and photos of her family before they lost its most vital member. "Trinity!" Sam yelled, his voice carrying up the stairs.

She panicked, her fingers fumbling to place the lock back on properly, hastily rushing out of his room and back into hers just before he made it upstairs. "Yeah?" She asked, peeking her head out of her room.

Sam stared at her for a moment, his eyes looking blankly at her. "I really miss your mom."

Trinity stumbled back at his words, confusion and hurt seeping through her pores. It wasn't until he stood right in front of her that she could smell the liquor on his breath. "Sam, you're drunk."

"So, I still miss her."

"I miss her too."

He swayed on his feet, the alcohol effecting his thoughts. "You won't have too for much longer, she'll be back to you soon."

"What do you mean?" Trinity asked timidly, at attention captured at his words.

Sam opened his mouth to respond, before he fell limp into Trinity's arms.

She dragged him to his room, setting his body sloppily on the bed, not bothering to put a blanket on him or anything. "I need answers." She huffed, pushing her hair out of her face.

What Trinity couldn't see was the beautiful figure dressed in a pure white standing behind her with a calming smile. "You'll get them, my sweet angel."