TSS: Teen's Secret Service

Chapter 5

"Well, okay then," Atticus said, breaking the very strange silence that happened when Stapleton left the room.

That silence returned for a second, as if we all needed to define each of those three 4-letter words in our head. (You know, after saying that, I kind of want to go look them up and see what the dictionary has to say about each word... But I will refrain for the sake of the kind readers that put up with me. #SMILEYFACE)

I sat back down on the edge of the bed, rubbing my eyes with the tips of my fingers. The flash had been different this time: There were more details, more vivid colors, and sharper images.

The quote Stapleton had given had been my mother's. The scene that came with it was one of very few I could still remember and hold on to. She and Dad would hold hands, and he would smile at me. She would say those lines after making sure I said my prayers each night. I can still hear her voice, warm and soothing, explaining to the five year old me what a galaxy was.

"Abbie?" Bailey's voice broke through and I shook my head to jog myself back to the present.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Was it better or worse?" She asked, gripping my hand. It was as if she could read my thoughts...

I sighed slightly and squeezed her smaller hand in thanks. "Worse."

"In what way?" Colleen asked, pulling the chair nearest to herself closer to the bed.

"Well, it had all those little pieces I have told you guys about from the past few years in one conglomeration; almost like my life was a movie, and someone was hitting the fast-forward button, so that I only saw one or two frames of each scene. And at the end, Eric was standing here in the room with us. You guys were frozen, and he told me not to trust Stapleton."

"Oh the irony," Colleen pointed out, sounding dangerously vicious.

"But, I thought the police had confirmed he was, you know....dead," Michael said, sitting a little farther down on the bed.
I shook my head. "I really don't know what happened. I only recollect parts of everything. When I asked Alleah about it, she said it had to do with the stress." I shrugged. "I wish I-"

I was stopped by the door opening. All five of us went into precaution mode. Atticus had his gun back together, pointing it at the ground, and the rest of us took Karate positions. But when I saw who came through that door, my heart stopped.

He was about six two, black slicked hair and emerald green eyes. His light skin was as fair as mine. His whole body was composed of thick chiseled mussels. He had on a tight black tee shirt, baggy black cargo pants and black combat boots.
I concentrated hard on not giving him another look over, focusing on his bright orbs of green crystal.

"Sorry about the delay," came the guy's strong baritone voice. "A small mix up in the Fight Lab." He gave us a good natured smile, then bowed deeply from the waist, which seemed a little out of place, considering his combat uniform. "I'm Patrick Alexander Bonaparte III. But please just call me Patch. And I promise I won't hurt you!" He chuckled as he came back up and saw us ready to jump into action.

I dropped my stance first and stepped forward slightly. "I'm Abigail Bennett, and these are my friends," I motioned to each of them in turn. "Bailey Ream, Atticus Mathews, Michael Ream, and Colleen Johnson."

He smiled and nodded. "Pleasure to meet you all! Stapleton said you might have some questions about the TSS. I am here to do what I can. After that, it should be about time for bed, so I will show you to your rooms."

Once the questions began, they fell as fast as lightning. Somehow, Patch was able to keep up with everything. He had obviously had plenty of practice.