Riot [On Hold]

Chapter 14

10 years ago.

Riot's POV

In my world,you have to follow the rules of your bloodline if you want to survive.

My father is a ruthless man, merciless to anyone that hinders him from his trail of thought. My father wants me to be like him,and I must listen.

Whatever he says,I must do. Whoever he trusts, I must do so with my life. If he agrees with something,I must.

He is my father after all.

I never really knew my mother, Diana Miller, I had never seen her pictures either. It's almost as though she never existed. My father never speaks of her,not a word.

It's forbidden. A sin in our household.

Fragments of her still remained,piecing the emptiness of my heart that yearned to know why she left us.

How she died.

I sat at my desk,staring out of the window as the rain pounded endlessly against the glass,the wind howling,sweeping droplets across the surface. The table in front of the window was bare-it's drawers,empty-you might even wonder why it even sat there,on the far side of my bedroom,the only place where I had privacy.

The only escape from my life.

Staring aimlessly outside,I felt the sudden urge to walk out and be a part of nature.

They were free,bound to move at their own will,in their own way.

As free as a bird. Not trapped in a cage.

Instinctively I got up from the chair and walked out of the room, aimlessly sauntering around the house before I decided to go outside to the grounds for a walk.

Putting my coat on and some trainers, I stepped outside; the cool air greeted me briskly as I felt the drizzle slap my face.
I eyed the puddles on the concrete floor, the embezzlement of the landscaping within the garden bursting with excitement.

Ironic to the norm of reality that I faced.

This was my world.

Pulling my hoodie up I walked around, through the trees, and then onto the path. I approached the far side of the property,near the walls that encased me like a pearl in a jewellers case,the grey brick tall and sturdy.

I kept sauntering through the grounds,feeling my cold feeling of my coat against my skin,feeling numb.
Looking up at the wall,I imagined what life was like outside it.

What did people do? How did they live?

I knew it was completely different from my perspective. Another universe far from mine.

I came across a small extension that sat at the far end of the perimeter,the path I was following leading right up to it.

Almost convincing me to go inside.

Was this a storehouse of some kind?

Never in my life had I seen this,it looked old, constructed maybe 10 years ago,and I was curious as to why I had never come across it.

Sure,this place was a fortress,but who would come this far?

What was inside?

I dared to answer my question,and walked up towards it,eyeing the door,turning the handle as I closed my eyes in anticipation.

Feeling it open slowly,I opened my eyes,only met with a narrow staircase leading to a patch of darkness.

Who built this? What was down here?