Marked

Chapter 17

I forwarded the video up until the right day; my heart beat even faster in my chest as every minute passed within the recording. And then I got the right time, my parents and I were leaving home together, I was rushing to get my things and then, we were gone. I forwarded again and they were both crossing the front door with a worried look on both their faces, the were talking calmly as the walked across the main hall, my dad ran his had through his hair in frustration as my mom crossed her arms over her chest.

It was far too difficult to see them as anything else but that: mom and dad.

They walked farther into the house and stood right in front of the wall with the secret door, they pressed the same button Marcus did and hand in hand they stepped inside.

There was also a camera in that room, I couldn't help but look around and there it was, on one of the top corners. My dad sat in front of the desk and took out some papers. Notes, notes about me, I thought to myself. My mom was analyzing the corkboard as a frown poised itself between her brows, suddenly she headed out of the room; my dad's eyes never left his notes. Minutes later my mom came back with two mugs of what I assumed was coffee and gave one to my father, she put a hand on his shoulder and said something that I wish I could've heard but there was no audio.

Is it bad that I miss the sound of her voice and the way she would smile at me?
My dad looked up to her, I could tell he was tired now; I had never noticed that before. There was a weary way in which he formed his stance, as if only his spirit kept him going. I took a look at the desk next to me; suddenly those mugs had a whole new meaning.

I kept looking through the video, they worked for hours on end, they would analyze the corkboard, read their notes over and over and then I saw it: the front door was being forced open. But they weren't looking at the monitor, WHY WEREN'T THEY LOOKING AT THE MONITOR!?

Marcus was suddenly close around me; I could feel his stare on me.

"Skylar you don't have to watch this" he said, "you don't have to put yourself through this." His tone was passive yet full of intent, but I didn't listen and I didn't even care to answer, I had to know.

The door bust open and a small group of people covered in a head to toe blue plastic uniform, the kind they use in the movies when someone is contaminated, entered the house, the were carrying guns in their hands, ready to shoot anything that moved. That was when my parents decided to look at the monitor my mom had a look of panic in her eyes, but my dad motioned her to remain silent as he pulled out a gun from a drawer and pressed his ear to the door while taking glances at the monitor.

At that moment a rush of whispers entered my brain:
"In time your camouflage will fade, a brash decision will be made. Trust only what you know and beware of the men in blue."

The same words that man had told me before he vanished, he warned me, but why?

I set my sight on the screen again, my mind running around those words. They men in blue were advancing into the house and they settled on the secret door's wall. My mom had lost the look of fear in her eyes and replaced it with determination and anger and my dad stood back from the door slowly as if trying not to make a sound that could set them off.

The man left and went up the stairs and as my parents analyzed the screens they began talking, planning. My dad took out another gun from the drawer and handed it to my mother, she took it and put it in the waistband of her jeans, I never saw fear in her eyes again. Meanwhile the other were rummaging through their things and tearing the house upside down, apparently they didn't find what they were looking for.

My dad grabbed his notes and put them through a shredder and after that he put them in a safe that was inside a drawer to mi right, my mom shuffled through the medicine cabinet and began storing some vials in another safe under a loose floorboard. My dad moved over to the monitors and typed something in after that he wrote something on a piece of paper and flashed it to the camera.