Heartbreak hotel

Chapter 5

It was late at night, almost three am to be exact, and Soren had been awake, watching Girl from Nowhere, as it seemed to have him in a chokehold, and he couldn’t help but continue watching episode after episode. He had been sitting on the couch in his room, all cosied up in his blanket, when a loud pounding on the front door downstairs had scared him. He paused the episode and turned to look at Silas, who the loud thump had also awoken with a start. His bed hair was all over the place, and any sign that he had been asleep was wiped from his face. He had his hand under the pillow and was frowning.

Both men got up slowly. Soren had decided to stay wrapped up in his blanket, and when he went into the hallway outside, they saw Ash and Sebastian, alongside Lucky and Dai, who both looked very dishevelled. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what the two had been doing. Ash looked over at them in disgust but didn’t comment on it. Lucky commented that Ash had a baseball bat even though nobody in the house played baseball.

“For protection.”

“Your husband has a gun in the bedside cabinet,” Lucky deadpanned.

Ash shrugged, and Sebastian was holding the gun just as he said. It was aimed at the ground, the safety on. The two men climbed down the stairs. Soren and Silas stood on the stairs, watching everything happen. When Sebastian opened the door, the gun hidden behind his back, he heard the yelling as two men dragged an unconscious man in behind them, yelling at one another in English. Soren watched the blood mark the ground as they dragged him through the sliding door and onto the couch.

Soren assumed it was safe for him and Silas to follow, considering the three men seemed to know his family somehow. The duo walked into the lounge room just as the larger of the two men dropped the third onto the couch. It appeared as though he had tried to be gentle, but the man groaned in pain anyway.

“Hey, Tomas’s! Miss us? Where’s Lucky?” The bulkier man of the two said, looking around erratically.

“What the f**k?” Ash hissed, glaring at the men. “It’s three am, you dickheads.”

“Didn’t ask for the time, where’s Lucky?”

“Here I am,” Lucky responded, walking into the room. He and Dai had been in the kitchen watching everything happen from the window while the stairs were in the way, and they had seen enough of what had happened. “Hi, Roman.”

Lucky peeked over to the couch, where the youngest man of the three was lying, clammy and groaning, holding a wound through his blood-stained hands. “I see your nephew is bleeding out on my couch; why?”

“Help Ravi,” Roman deadpanned, staring at the man.

“You’re a doctor,” Rick hissed. He was much leaner than his brother, and the gold tattoo of something was peeking through under his black T-shirt. Of course, even in the summer heat, they would wear all black.

“You’re a doctor; help him. Please,” Roman added as he ran a hand through his hair and glared at his brother for how rude he was being.

“What the s**t, Roman?” Erza hissed as she walked into the house in a black gown, her wife behind her. “It’s f*****g three am.” Ah, someone had to have called them. Soren looked around and spotted the girls standing in the archway of the room, frowning.

“We didn’t know where else to go; Ravi was stabbed.”

“I can see that,” Megan replied, eyeing the bleeding man on the couch. She tilted her head as she judged the wound a little more before wincing and looking away.

“I don’t think this is safe,” Lucky replied. “You should take him to the hospital.”

“If we could, don’t you think we would? Now, just do your job and f*****g help him,” Rick hissed, glaring at Lucky, and Midnight snickered; Ash would kill him.

“Don’t storm into my house at an ungodly hour and be rude to my brother, I’ll f*****g stab you,” Ash snapped, scowling at Rick. “Apologise or get the f**k out.”

“I’m not going-”

“Apologise,” Ash snapped.

Roman elbowed Rick, who scowled. “Fine. I’m sorry.”

“Not to me. To Lucky.”

Rick groaned as he stared at Lucky, running a hand through his hair as he stared at Ravi, who was still bleeding out on the couch. “I’m sorry. I am. Now, help my nephew.”

Lucky looked around, hesitant before he walked over to the bleeding man on the couch and sighed. “Ravi?” he asked. “Ravi, can you hear me?” All they heard were incoherent groans.

Soren stared at his family. He knew they were a little unhinged, but why was everyone so calm about a man bleeding out on their couch? He should have been panicking, and instead of asking Lucky to perform surgery on the man in their living room, they should have taken him to the hospital, where they could have done it in a much more sterile environment; he could see why the man was panicking slightly. This was a little too much, even for him.

But Lucky wouldn’t do it, would he?

He started with the adults, Luca, who was frowning in his pyjamas, a hideous white shirt with a graphic design which no doubt one of his kids got him, and checkered shorts. Still, he hadn’t said anything, just quietly staring at Rick, whose eyes were glued on his nephew, Roman, who was fidgeting a little. Now and then, the man’s phone would vibrate, and he would pull it out to stare at the screen before scowling, locking the phone and sliding it back into his pocket.

Ashton was half asleep, but the glare on his face was perfectly visible, and he was leaning on Sebastian, whose lips were pursed. Erza was frowning as she stared at the Romeros, and Megan was leaning sleepily on her wife, with Lucky warily eyeing the man on the couch. Then, it dawned on Soren.

Lucky would do it.

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