That man

While Eamon slept in his room, he slept beside her that night. Holding her tightly to himself as if she was gonna disappear from his sight.
Is it that obvious of her predicament. That she isn't human, her scars and skin and her hair. He didn't know what to say it Eamon when he asked that question, he didn't want to lie to him.

He said he would tell him everything after she's awake, because now he isn't himself.
The night went by slowly, he had slept halfway through the night. Singing the song he wrote for her. With her hands clasped in his. And her head on his shoulders. He had to do something, what is she could hear him. What if she was listening.
He didn't want her to feel she was alone, he was with her in this, they were together. If she does, he'll die too.
He was certain about that, reasons he won't let her. Because he value his life a lot. And there's no life without her in it.
“Good morning Dixon.”
“Green you're still here?” Dixon walked blindly into the kitchen to get himself a cup of coffee. He rubbed his eyes, pushing his hair off his face. He brewed himself a coffee and sat on the island, drinking it.

Dr.Green walked in. Leaning by the door.
“I made breakfast,”
“I don't think I've any appetite for that. Eamon would eat, I'll be off to the hospital, this morning, I need to check on them.”
“You should eat, even if its just a slice.”
“I’m fine.”
“You didn't eat last night, she's worried you might get sick. And when he wakes, you won't be able to take care of her. So you have to eat so she could wake faster.”
“I want to eat too but..”

“Dixon don't be stubborn and take a bite. She's not gonna die.” Eamon chipped in. Entering the kitchen and took the cup of coffee Dixon was drinking and chugged it down.
“Arg! You should have made yours. I was enjoying it.”
“That’s why I had to drink it. I make you own.”
“No, thanks.”
He stood up.
“I’ll get going..” he walked out of the kitchen.
“He’s stubborn isn't he?”
“That’s Dixon for you. While I'm starving, heard you made breakfast.”
“Yeah, but not for you.”

“I could eat Dixon piece then.”
“You should go eat in your parents house.”
“Not like this is your house either.”
Green glare at him. Showing him his teeth.
Eamon gave him a coy smile.
“I ain't gay brother.”
“Never said you were. You ain't my type either.”
“Yeah, I know, Dixon is.”
“How did you know?”
“That you're gay?”
“Hum.”

“I ain't called Dr. Green for no reason.” he sat down.
“Your parents hated you because of it. Never wanted you to be a gay, but straight, they didn't visit you in prison because they thought it would be a better punishment for you to change from being gay, they knew you didn't kill the man. And just as they hate you, you hate yourself just as much. Trying so much to hide the fact that you're gay.. You wanted to be straight, but couldn't. And when you saw Dixon. You liked him.”
“Who are you exactly?”
“I just told you, I'm Dr. Green. Not an ordinary doctor though. A different type.”
“You knew exactly how my life was.”
“And I knew how it's gonna be.”
“How is it gonna be?”

“Freedom from your own self, happiness you never did experience before and love.”
“How do you know all that.”
“Are you that dumb, I've been saying this a thousand times already, I'm Dr. Green. The original. There isn't any other Green expect me, others are counterfeit.”
“Meeting Dixon was fate. I know you're glad you did.”
He smiled softly.
“Do you think he noticed?”
“That you're..”
“Yeah.”

“I’m sure he did notice but doesn't wanna talk about it. You're clinging to him in prison. It won't be that hard to find out. But he just didn't wanna question you or ask about you. He sees you as a brother.”
“I know. Never knew I could get exposed so quickly.”
He walked to the brewing machine, making himself a coffee.

“Your parents won't accept you back. You should stay here with us. The house is big enough.”
“I don't wanna be a burden to him. And I knew they won't. They didn't even want to see my face. Sometimes wondering if its a crime to be gay.”
“You’re parents are black. It isn't your fault most parents feel that way to. Like its abnormal but it's not. It's being you. It just how you were created. And the part of being a burden i have a way.”
“What way.”
“Work for him, here in the house. You could drive. Drive the car sometimes.”
“I’m gay, what if...”
“I know..”
They twitched their head towards the door.
Dixon. He was already dressed in a causal dressed. A jean and polo shirt.
“You should keep your voices down. You're too loud.”

He ambled to the fridge and took a bottled water from it. Uncap and drank from it.
“We spend two years together. I wasn't stupid. I don't have a problem with it either. And the part of you staying here I don't have a problem either but you'll have to talk to the owner of the house.” he turned to Green.
Dropping the papers he was holding in his hands on the table.
“You won't believe what I found.”
“What is it?”
“See for yourself. I was checking through the drawers for my key. And that was when I saw it.”
“She owns this house!”

“It has her name on it. Maeve Carter.”
“Is it the Carter we all know, the one time billionaire?” Damon asked with his mouth wide open.
“I think so, the mother is Mare.”
“I can't believe I sent her out of her own house. I was so stupid! Dang it! A house that wasn't even mine.”
“I thought you bought it.”
“For five dollars.”
Eamon laughed.

“You should pack and leave before she wakes maybe it's her turn to throw you out”
“Shut up, mon. I'm late. I need to go to come back early. See you guys in the evening.”
He took the water along with him and hurried out of the house, they heard the door open and closed.
“He’s gone.”
“Yeah.” Green took his eyes back to the document. Maeve Carter.
If she was the daughter of Carter, that means, the woman ms Teresa who died was her nanny. And the people who killed her father was those three bloody men, Albert, Peru and Lucas.
Albert. Dixon’s father.

He was getting his own share anyway. And the only man standing was the enemy of them all, Peru!
The bastard.
He was the reason she was like this if he hadn't sent his men to kill Dixon and his brother.
He clutched his fist.
That man..