Terror

Chapter Fifteen

It was unusual to witness a boy cry. Perhaps it was because Nevaeh wasn't used to seeing them cry in front of her. Boys often act as if they haven't cried in six years, but not River, because he had shed an ocean of tears.

Cindy had gone to inform Emma of what had occurred at the bubble with his mother and the others. She was taking a long time, which meant she was picking up the least gossip.

"Sorry," River's voice cracked, his head against her shoulder. "It's just that they never would have listened."

It was now dark outside, with streetlights gleaming in the distance on the opposite side of the bubble. They had attempted to communicate with others on the outside, but it failed. Some people were still swarming around and taking pictures like they were movie stars. Perhaps it is from the latest gossip from the outside world.

"Why did she do it?" River asked.

Nevaeh knew River was referring to Cassandra. She had no obligation to expose the truth by using those strange powers of hers that allowed her hand to go through the bubble.

"She's nice," Nevaeh said.

She guessed that the reason Cassandra did what she did was because that's how Scarlett's been trying to raise her.

Nevaeh cast a gaze at the bubble, where most people had gone for the night. Cars drove by normally on the outside, yet everything felt confined. Not just the bubble secluding them inside this place, but seeing the outside.

It had been almost a year since she had seen her father. He still appeared the same, even scolding her about her behaviour.

It's not that he could control her actions because they were feared by others. It wasn't because of the abnormal powers, but because they have survived what would be considered worse than a world war.

"What are we going to do now?" River asked, taking his head off her shoulder.

"Try not to get murdered in our sleep," Nevaeh said. "Can you believe we used to live in that society?"

They used to live in a society where laws existed and parents nagged at their children. Where leaving for school was normal and getting an average grade on a test in math she'd forget to study for. The outside where supernatural powers didn't exist and where a town that was once her home was burned to ash.

This would all leave a stain on everything that happened in this place. They might be able to restore Simcoe as time passes, but she doubted it. Everything in Simcoe was burned to the ground, leaving them to sleep in tents, RVs, or even in sleeping bags.

"No," River answered.

"I want to get out, but we know the reality we face," Nevaeh sighed.

"Court," he mumbled, closing his eyes.

"Greyson and Jason will undoubtedly be in jail, as will the crackheads, and the rest of us will be charged with felonies," she said, rolling it on her tongue.

Felonies because, on the outside, it's wrong to steal. They had to break the law in order to live, because if it had been like four months ago, they'd be dead.

Nevaeh didn't care because she knew her parents might disown her. After her behaviour during the sighting in front of police officers with her father present, she wouldn't be surprised if she turned out like others.

"How about instead of a mansion, we all live in a house?" Nevaeh suggested.

"I haven't lived in that before," River said.

Nevaeh often forgot he was a millionaire due to the way he detested it. She'd love to be rich someday and go travel to all the fancy beaches all over the world.