Titanium: strong hearted; strong
After eight years of ongoing battles between relationships, love and war, Violet and Luke are back. Changes have been made to their life, people have been added, mistakes have happened and love has changed. They have changed. But with every battle they fight and with every obstacle they are thrown into, they become titanium.


12. Chapter Twelve

I threw my head pack in pain as another hit came to my already bruised stomach. With my teeth gritted and my jaw clenched I breathed out jagged breaths and held my hand just below my old scar.

"Keep up, you're slowing down," Leo said, picking up the pipe again.

"I'm sorry that I'm still weak from having a baby. Can't you, I don't know, give me a break?"

"There are no breaks. It's either you can do it or you're weak. And Dad didn't train you to be weak. He trained you to be strong, independent." I released my hand and stood back up and grabbed my pipe from the grass. I nodded and launched myself at Leo, only to be shot down by yet another blow.

"God dammit!"

"Your mind isn't clear, Violet. In order to do this, you need to release everything holding you back. Luke, mum, dad, James, Ryan. Haley." I shook my head and stood back up, not backing down.

"Training with a pipe isn't my style, you know that?"

"Dad told me to expand to new techniques. Your mind control isn't always going to work especially if you're mind isn't clear. So you're doing this the human way,"

I launched myself at him again and swung the pipe, only to hit a tree. I shook my head and attempted to loosen the pipe from the indent on the tree. I groaned as a blow came to my back, making me arch myself as the pain rose throughout my body. It started in my back and went all the way to my brain down to my toes.

"That wasn't fair! I wasn't ready!"

"You can't say it's not fair in an actual fight. You turn your back, you're dead,"

"Leo, I'm in so much pain. Can we please stop?" I rested myself the best I could against the tree trunk, careful not to make anything else hurt. My whole body hurts, it's almost as if it's numb. I can't feel my toes, legs or fingers so maybe it is.

"Alright, but on Saturday, I want you here bright and early for a new training lesson." I nodded and limped off to my car, hoping to make the pain go away. I've been living with Leo for almost a week now and it's been alright, I wouldn't say good. We're siblings so we have our ups and downs and our moments where we actually try to kill each other. Like today with training. He was trying to get back at me for putting him up a wall yesterday. That's what happens when you wake up a baby who didn't sleep the night before. Momma bear gets released.

Leo has two sides to him; there's the funny, caring guy and then there's the strict, demanding guy. The funny guy is mainly when we're home and resting on the couch and talking about pointless things in our life. And the demanding guy is like now with training. But I guess you have to be demanding when it comes to training. Especially training me. I know I'm not the easiest person to train and in times like that, you need to be demanding.

I haven't spoken to Luke at all since I left his house and I don't want to. I'm not the same girl I was when I was sixteen, I'm not a doormat and I won't be treated like one. I'm not the girl who sits there and takes nasty comments from his girlfriends anymore and I'm definitely not his rebound girl anymore. Yeah, not talking to Luke is having an affect on how I function, I'm slowing down a little, constantly tired and having headaches but maybe that's what we need. Maybe we need space like that to see what really could happen. All our life we've been told we can't leave each other's side, we can't do this without each other, we can't do that with each other, we can't function without each other. But maybe it's wrong, maybe we can. Maybe we can only go for so long without each other but in the end, what are we losing that we haven't already lost? A friendship? Because that's long gone.

I sat on the bathroom floor with gauze in my left hand and my right hand holding the wound on my stomach, inside and out. Bruised on the inside, bleeding and gross on the outside. I took a deep breath and poured the liquid to clean the cut out on my flesh. I banged my foot on the ground as the burning sensation erupted throughout my body, making goosebumps rise on my skin. I covered the wound with the gauze pad as my jagged breaths came out.

"You okay?" Leo asked, standing in the doorway of the bathroom. I nodded and continued to clean my cuts and wounds. "I'm sorry for doing that,"

"Don't apologize for doing what you were supposed to do,"

"Let me help," he sighed as he watched me struggle. I pulled my shirt over my head and let my arms fall to the floor as the blood trickled down my skin.

"Pipes hurt, you know that?"

"So do tazers and knives, which is why that bloody scar is there," I nodded and closed my eyes as he put pressure on the cut right underneath my scar. Just as Leo said, my bloody scar. The scar from when Lily found out about us and practically kidnapped Luke's and my families and blackmailed us into coming to the warehouse to find them and tortured us, me more than Luke. I still remember that day, still have nightmares from it. The scared looks on my family's faces when I was being tortured in front of their eyes, the constant screaming from Luke telling me to keep holding on and to be strong. The screams and protests from my family. The screams of agony and pain from Leo when he tried to stop Lily but only got shot down in the process.

"Have you talked to mum and dad lately?" Leo asked, pressing a gauze pad to one of the many wounds.

"Nope and I don't want to, not after what they did to me," he nodded.

"And Luke?"

"Same thing with mum and dad. Don't want to talk to him after what he did to me." He nodded again and by the facial change, he wasn't happy. Even though I'm older by three minutes, Leo is very protective of me. Luke is his best friend and I can see the change of attitude towards him now and it hurts me to think Leo stopped being friends with Luke because of me, because of my ways. Leo and Luke did everything together, they were each other's wingmen, bodyguards, practically brothers. And it all changed when things started happening to Luke and I, when we started drifting apart. We drifted and so did Leo and Luke.

"I hate this, you know?" Leo looked up to me. "Having everyone think I'm indestructible because of what I can do. They think I'm made of steel, like I'm some robot. Like I don't have emotions or I don't have feelings,"

"We aren't talking about mum and dad anymore are we?"

"I mean, you would think with everything that happened in my past they would have some kind of sympathy towards me, some kind of realization that I shouldn't be spoken to in such a way. It kills me now, you know? It's ridiculous that I'm in my twenties, a grown woman with a child, and I'm still getting bullied by the same damn person."

"Wait, what?"

"Chloe, her bitch self. I found my old suit in my closet and I tried it on and she wanted to talk to me. She told me I still had my baby weight and it was showing badly in the suit and told me to get rid of it and then she went over to Luke and just... god, I can't even talk about her without having him in my damn head," I smacked my hand against my forehead, trying to get rid of the voice nagging at me to stop talking about Chloe. Luke's voice. It's like everywhere I turn, he's there, every time I close my eyes, he's there. I can't get rid of him.

Leo offered me his hand as he stood up from the tiled bathroom floor. I stood up, with his help and held my hand to my belly feeling the tightness from the wounds. Every step I took hurt somewhere in my body, if it wasn't in one specific spot, it was all over.

"Lets go for a ride," Leo smiled, grabbing his keys off the hook by the front door.

"Where?" I asked as he put my jacket on for me.

"I don't know, a joy ride," I nodded and walked out the door with him. Joy ride my ass. He's going to have a joy with something or someone.

I stood by the wall and watched as Leo pulled Luke off his bed and slammed him into the wall by his window. Chloe held her hand over her mouth and watched, shocked as ever to see her boyfriend's so called best friend holding him against the wall chocking him.

"Aren't you going to do something?!" Chloe yelled to me. I shook my head and let Leo do what he does best- protect me. Yeah, I'm a grown woman and I should be able to protect myself but Leo has always been the person one step ahead of me. If I'm going out the door to protect my own self, he's there already fighting for me. It's the twin senses that come through and he becomes a beast with protecting me. And to be honest, I like it. I like having that sense of safety and protectiveness from him. It's... nice.

"You or your girlfriend say shit about my sister and you won't be walking out of here, Hemmings. And I mean it this time. I used to be afraid of you but not anymore." I held my hand to my belly and brought it back up to my face to wipe my hair out of my eyes.

Blood. On my hands and now my hair. I looked down to my, of course, white shirt and gasped. That isn't supposed to happen, I'm not supposed to bleed that way, I've never bled that way. I brought both my hands down to the area that was bleeding and held them there, only to have the blood seep through the cotton of my shirt and onto my hands.

"Leo," I whispered, bringing both my hands up to my face.

"L-Leo," Chloe looked over to me and gasped as she took notice of what was wrong.

"Oh my god!" She yelled, backing up as if I had some disease. Both both looked over to me in shock and only one ran over to me. Leo. And as for Luke. He wrapped his arms around Chloe after regaining his strength and his breath.

"Hey, it's alright, you're alright," Leo whispered, taking his shirt off. He wrapped his back cotton shirt over the wound and pressed on it, attempting to compress the bleeding. Nothing worked.

"Don't just stand there! Call for help! Do something!" Leo yelled. I breathed out a deep breath and kept my head straight as the pain soared throughout my body.

"I... I can't move," Luke said, dropping to the ground.

"Can't she turn off the emotion thing?!" Chloe yelled.

"If she does, she'll keep her eyes closed and that isn't good. Chloe, stop worrying about Luke and call for help!" Leo yelled.


"Luke is feeling the affects of her pain. He isn't bleeding out. Go call for help before she dies!" I closed my eyes tightly and moved my head around as the pain became unbearable. It felt as if someone was stabbing me over and over again all over my body.

"You're okay, Vi, just breath," I heard Luke groan from the spot in front of me but that didn't matter to me. "Eyes open, remember. Eyes open for Ryan, right?"

"Okay, we don't have time for this, she isn't calling for help," Leo whispered, lifting me up. He ran down the stairs with me in his arms. I may be in pain but every single movement I felt. And it didn't make it better.

"Take you there my damn self,"

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