I allowed him to take me inside with Liam and Key following. The other boys were all on the porch. Ambrose opened the door. He took me into an office. “Harrison, please sit in here for a second.” Ambrose said.I took a seat on the couch near a corner. I could hear him talking quietly outside the door. I pulled out my phone reading Miss Freya’s text message. ‘Angel, is everything okay? I saw that man take you to his car. Is that the person you’re staying with?’
I glanced towards the door. I don’t think Ambrose is coming in soon. Miss Freya called me when I didn’t answer. I quietly listened to her talking.
“I’m sorry, Miss Freya. I meant to help out in the library today. But I got picked up by Mr. Ambrose. If I can, I’ll come by tomorrow and help bathe your dogs. I know you have trouble with that.” I said softly, looking out the window. I had a soft smile on my face.
I realized that Ambrose actually was standing in the doorway of the office. “I’m sorry again, Miss Freya. I’m okay. Thank you for allowing me to stay the night. I have to go now. Goodbye Miss Freya.” I whispered shyly.
After I hung up, Ambrose went to his desk. I slid my phone into the pocket of the hoodie. “Why did you run away yesterday?” He asked. I shook my head again. He raised an eyebrow in question. I folded my hands into my lap.
“I didn’t run away. I visited a friend of mine.” I whispered. He sighed, sitting down at his desk. I returned to looking down at my feet. “Well, why didn’t you tell Liam? And why did you run out of the house like that?” Ambrose asked
“Harrison, you have to tell someone when you leave the house. I was worried sick about you.” He said. I flinched when anger leaked into his voice. Ambrose let out another sigh, but this time in frustration. I tighten my grip on my hands.
YOU ARE READING
The Butterfly Holograms
RomanceHarrison is different from the others. He can see butterfly holograms ever since he was a young boy. They would show up in front of the person. The holograms are like personal profiles of the person. He can see your family tree, academic rates, sexu...