DEVAN A lunatic, was what he was. A raving mad lunatic. My eyes were fixed on him as he made his rounds around the room, in search of answers that I couldn't even see. I could see the desperation in his eyes, as he tore everything apart. It wasn't me he wanted, thankfully. Yet, why had he hurried down here immediately Miss Ellen had gone missing. I wanted him out as soon as possible. He wasn't one to mess around with, and he had made that clear, when he had yanked me by my hair, spitting into my face, as he asked the same bouts of questions; the whereabouts of Miss Ellen. "Listen now boy, where did she say she was leaving to?" If only I knew where she was, I sure would have given the answer to him already. I was ready to give anything for him to leave. He wasn't a kind one, as sincerely it did seem like he had lost it already. "For the umpteenth time, Zach, I do not know where she is. I'm not a bodyguard, I am crippled." "It's high time you accepted that
ELLEN A long wait, and the darkness as company. I had stayed up all through the night, waiting, and hoping B.J was alive. But still, there was still no sign of Big Joe yet. A few brief sleeps, and I was up again, and pacing about the room. It felt so wrong to be asleep, when I hadn't heard from Big Joe, or about their whereabouts. I sank into a couch wearily. Slowly, I had begun to tire out, and that wasn't nice. I rested my head against the couch yawning tiredly, maybe I needed a little sleep. Just a little though. I held my eyes open for a minute, and tried to blink hard to take out the sleep, but I knew I was going to give in soon. I closed my eyes, and yawned again. I wasn't going to be able to hold it in, as long enough as I had hoped to. This was it, I was finally going to doze off. And then, there was a loud honk just outside the door, and I jumped to my feet, and hurried to the window. I drew the curtains aside warily, and peeped through them. It wa
DEVAN Notes and letters weren't in vogue anymore, yet someone had chosen to remain in a century that had ceased to exist. I read the note repeatedly, as if seeking for some hidden message in it. Disappointingly, I hadn't found anyone yet. It was just the same as others. The same old story, about Robb being alive, and yet there was no sign of him. I wondered why this person had chosen to remain behind the curtains, and not come out plain with me. A mystery that I found so intrigu6, and yet so unnerving. "What are you going to do about it, Devan?" Lance quizzed, taking the note from my hand. "I don't know, burn it maybe?" He hissed, and shook his head. "You don't have to announce your foolishness every time, Devan. You could just bottle it up inside of you, and no one would ever get to hear those stupid thoughts." Lance cautioned, with a sneer. "Why is it so stupid? If we're not going to see this person in the park as he said, then we should burn it."
ELLEN A more entertaining crowd was what I had expected. But, when Big Joe's ex wife, Suzy, walked in with her husband Cole, I knew that it wasn't going to take long before all hell broke loose. I sat beside Big Joe, as his hands slid up my waist. This was so improper, but it was just an act. It wasn't going to matter once Suzy and Cole left. "You never told me you found love again, Joe?" Suzy buzzed, gobbling greedily on the turkey. "Well, I did. You don't expect me to tell you everything, Suzy. We're not together anymore." "That's right, I tend to forget that most of the time." She mumbled, as Cole remained quiet. "So, Cole what have you been up to these days?" Big Joe enquired. Cole picked the glass of water that was beside him, and emptied its contents before turning to Joe. "Well, I've been busy with a lot of businesses and investments. You know how all these things go." Suzy scoffed. "Well, he would, if he had any money to invest in businesse
DEVAN Indecisiveness was a curse. I was caught between trying to do what I thought was right, or what was actually right. Did that even make any iota of sense? I rolled from one end of the bed to the other, greatly perplexed. After my meeting with Sam earlier that day, I had barely been able to concentrate on anything else. I hadn't known what to do. And bless the heavens, the science fair hadn't been a total waste after all. At least I had met Sam, and if that wasn't something I didn't know what was. But, as I laid on my bed ruminating on what exactly to do, the right choice seemed so distant. Was I supposed to ignore Sam, and go on with my life, or pay attention to him? Of course, I wanted to see Robb, but at that moment I could barely trust anyone, after all that I experienced recently. There was barely anyone left to trust anymore. I inhaled deeply, and sat on the bed. I was sweaty, and my skin was beginning to feel sticky. I helped myself out of the be
ELLEN The night was a cold one. Winter had really begun now, and I wasn't so happy about that. I was wrapped with a thick blanket, Suzy had given me, and I had never been so thankful. We laid on the opposite sides of the bed, with our backs facing each other. He was pissed at me, for having a conversation with Suzy. And, I was pissed at him, for lying to me about Suzy. I stood to my feet, and strolled out of the room to get a glass of water. He didn't even come after me, as I had expected. What did it matter anyways? This was only a contract, and I was leaving the moment I felt Devan was safe again. "You can't sleep either?" I heard a voice say behind me, as I froze in my tracks. I turned hurriedly to see Cole smiling sheepishly. "You shouldn't scare people like that." I cautioned, getting a glass of water. "I'm sorry if I scared you, but that wasn't my intention though." He apologized. "Of course not," I replied in mockery, as I chugged down the content
ELLEN A freaking headache was my punishment, for a drunk night out. I felt my head bang furiously like it was going to snap, and tear into shreds. I sat up on the bed holding my head, between my palms. The pain was really terrifying, and my brain was finding it so hard to process, all the emotions that I felt at that point. It had been so long since I had tasted alcohol, I had been keeping myself away from it, after I had seen what it had done to my Dad. But, the very moment I had decided to take a little, I had poisoned my system with it. The door opened, and Big Joe walked in fully dressed, and ready to step out. "Good morning sleepy head." He said, moving to the windows, and throwing them open. "What's going on? What time is it?" "It's almost noon." He paused, and opened the window beside me, as sun rays beamed into my eyes. "Oh, dear!" I murmured, shielding my eyes away. "A hangover isn't it?" He buzzed, with a smirk. "A terrible one at th
DEVAN Eyes followed us, every step of the way. People were watching, and murmuring as we passed by. And the worst of it all, was the fact that I knew who these people were. A little sad, wasn't it? We were in the same grade, but yet, none of them seemed to show any concern or care, instead they had chosen to gossip and stare. "Devan, are you alright?" Lance quizzed, stopping beside me. "Yeah, just a little bit nervous. Everyone's staring." I admitted, as he patted my thighs. "Come on, we'd be quick. Let's hope Principal Walter is in." Lance said, driving ahead, as I followed slowly behind him. "Devan?" A voice called behind me. I turned neck sharply, to see Ms. Dottie grinning in excitement at me. She definitely did look excited to see me, and I wasn't happy about that. "Come here, you little pumpkin." She said forcing me into an embrace. "Ms. Dottie, how are you doing?" I greeted, trying to breathe as the aroma of whatever she had cooked that