Broken B2 - Together

Chapter 19

Sophie's POV

5 YEARS LATER

It'd been so long since I proposed the plan. Even though I wanted to know, what if we got everything mixed up? So I haven't been stalling... I've just been mentally preparing. I was also deciding whether to ask the council for an appointment or to just work with Mr. Forkle and break in. I knew the council would let me do it, but I needed time to process whatever happened; and knowing the council, the first thing they would do is demand answers, but breaking in would lose their trust.

I decided to ask the council. After going through all the hassle of breaking in for Prentice, it didn't seem worth it for what I wanted. I wanted to know why. Why did Fitz want to kill me? Why did Fitz marry me if he hated me so much?

Ding dong. I had been so lost in thought I forgot Keefe was coming over so we could schedule the meeting. Keefe was my mental support over the last few years.

"Hey, Keefe!" I ran down the stairs and held him in a tight hug. If Fitz was here, he would've given Keefe a glare. But he wasn't. And I was fine with that.

I dragged him upstairs; not in an "I'm going to kill you come with me" kind of way, but a "Time is dire and I really need help" kind of way.

"Sooooooo... what's the plan, Foster?" Keefe questioned.

"I think it's a good idea to ask the council for an appointment... I just wanted to make sure you were good with that."

"C'mon, Foster! You should know me better than this! You don't need my permission! I'm cool with whatever you think is best. For anything." He flashed me a smile and took my hand.

"Miss Foster! Is there someone in this house I am not aware of?" Sandor's squeaky voice called from the hallway.

"Sandor! It's just Keefe!"

"Oh, now I know why my sensors say someone is here who shouldn't be..." Keefe raised his eyebrow in the adorable way he did when- I'm not going to finish that. Focus Sophie. Stay professional, a voice in my head told me. I sighed before continuing. "I'm thinking we just hail Oralie, Bronte, or Terik and ask."

"Well, not Mr. Grumpypants," he ruled Bronte out. "I say... Oralie."

I nodded. Taking my imparter out of my pocket I said, "Show me Councillor Oralie."

"Hello, Sophie," her face shimmered onto the screen. "Is there a problem?"

"No... I was just wondering if I -"

"And me!" Keefe jumped in.

"If Keefe and I could probe Fitz's mind."

"Oh. I would need to ask the rest of the council but I'm sure they would gladly agree."

"Thanks, Oralie."

"Of course."

The screen went black. I sighed, using my left hand to rub the side of my face.

"I don't know if I'm ready," I told him.

"You'll never be ready." He sat on my bed, legs in a cross-legged position. I lay my head heavily on his lap as he began to stroke my hair.

"Smooth, Hunkyhair. Smooth," Ro's brightly dyed hair appeared from the shadows.

I heard a muffled laugh. Looking at the doorway, I saw Bo attempting not to crack up. I quickly sat up straight and looked anywhere but at Keefe.

"So... what do you want to do?" I asked awkwardly.

"Miss Sophie," I looked down to see a little green-toothed gnome staring up at me. "Your parents at the door."

I ran down the stairs, Keefe by my side. I peeked through the small hole in the door, then opened it fully.

"What's going on?" I asked, wondering why they could be here.

"It's about Calla and Kenric," they both huffed. "They're gone."

A/N I often feel that my life, often like my chapters, will end on a cliffhanger. This chapter definitely applies... anyway, thank you for reading! Also, could you comment or something to show that you're reading? First person to comment gets a shoutout! Byeeeeeeeee!