A Remaining Podeshire 1

Chapter 8 (Part 2)

     As the minutes ticked by, Oliver found himself growing increasingly restless. He had been staring at the sky for what felt like hours, watching as the colours shifted from bright tangerine and pastel pink to deep purples and dark blues. With the dusk settling in, he knew it was time to turn his attention elsewhere.

     Oliver sighed and rose from the chair, moving towards a bookshelf full of books. Oliver scanned through the shelf as he placed a finger under his lip. His brows furrowed, and his lips tightened.

     Smiling, Oliver grabs a tome with a maroon-red cover and gold lettering. The scent of its old pages drifts up to his nose, and he feels a relieving comfort. Oliver returns to his chair and opens the book with a little smile.

     Oliver begins flipping the pages. Suddenly, he hears the front door downstairs slamming, and its echo rings the entire house like a bell. It causes Oliver to shiver in fear as his breath grows restless and hurried.

     Then, a loud banging from the bedroom door echoes through the house like raging thunder. Oliver freezes, his heart racing with his mind as he hears the Fuers' aggressive yells behind the locked door. Panic sets in as Oliver jumps from his seat, causing the chair to fall on the floor.

"Idiotic kid! I told you not to mess up!" Layla's voice echoed through the door as she pounded on it forcefully. "You had one job. But you couldn't even do that right!"

Oliver could feel the anger and frustration radiating from her words, and he knew that he had to act fast if he wanted to avoid their wrath.

"Kid, if we get in, you're dead!" Alexander's voice boomed through the door, his threats sending a shiver down Oliver's spine.

     Oliver's heart raced as he listened to their words. But he refused to let them intimidate him. Oliver knew that it was time for him to stand with courage.

"Leave me alone!!" Oliver yelled back as his voice rang out.

     With his thoughts racing with his swift heartbeat, Oliver shook his head left and right as his eyes darted from one corner to the next, searching for a place to hide. Then, his gaze landed on his closet, seeing his frightened reflection in its mirror.

"Open the door!" Layla shouted as she punched the door.

     Oliver dashed to his closet, flung it open, and tried to cram himself inside. As he strained to fit inside, he grimly understood with a sinking feeling that the space was too cramped. Oliver gasped as the knocking on the bedroom door became louder.

"I said, open the door!!" Layla knocked on the door loudly.

"Listen to us, kid! Open the door, damn it!" Alexander slammed his fists on the door as his blaring yell reverberated through the walls.

     Oliver moaned under his breath as he glanced around the room again. His eyes flitted from one side to the other. Oliver knew he must think fast, knowing the Fuers could bolt through the groaning door any second.

"Open up, you coward!" Layla's voice rang out as rage and frustration filled her mind.