The wrong Soulmate

Camp Nightmare

Warning: Mention of homophobia. Mention of conversion camp. 

"Mother, Father, I have invited a guest over tonight. Please make him feel welcome. He is an honorary guest. He is my soulmate" The brown-haired girl stated calmly while sipping her tea. Rose was so much like our mother when she drank her tea. They all did it in an intimidating way. Rose did not fear our parents. I watched as my parent's expressions did not waver. Dire's were inclined to never show emotions. My mother continued to drink her tea while my father continued to read his paper. Rose did not follow most rules. We were taught to never interrupt tea time. To never interupt our father's reading time. Rose had just done both. The air was tense. You could feel the tension from a mile away. They were pondering their next words. They were trying to intimidate my sister. Rose would not back down. When she set her mind to something, it was final. I could feel the tension radiating in my bones. I wished to escape. I did not wish to be here. Why was I here? It was silent. It was silent for a while while they finished their tea. Tea seemed to be the most important thing at the moment. I could not explain it. This felt like they were all having a silent conversation with their eyes. Remy was coming over. I let that thought sink into me before I felt the quickening of my heart. Remy was coming over. He would be in this house. I would be seeing him once again. My stupid heart grew excited with this notion. I could not believe I felt this way for my sister's boyfriend. This was wrong. He was not mine to think about. I could not believe he was my soulmate. How was this possible? How had I not noticed this? We locked eyes and then the world was illuminated in color. How had I initially missed this? He was th first person I had seen when I lifted my head. He was the reason I could see all the amazing colors in the world. I was the reason he could see color. I was the green he could see his entire life. How did he believe Rose was his soulmate? Did he believe simply because they ran into each other? Could you discover your soulmate by running into each other? Did he feel anything special with Rose? How has she been tricking him this entire time? Was he not intelligent? I shut down that thought quickly. Remy was intelligent. Remy was smart and brave and my savior. Rose was the problem. She was good. She could trick anyone. Could he not see the fake eyes? Was he simply blinded by his love for her? Rose had been wearing contacts for the last few weeks. Her eyes had been scary to look into. Her eyes reminded me of our mother. They were the same snake-like green. They were the same cold eyes. They were frightening. I wonder how Remy could look into her eyes and see a future with her. 

"We will accommodate your guest Rosemary" I heard our father finally state before he stood up and left the room. I guess that was the end of the conversation. It was not much of a conversation. Rose bowed to our mother before exiting the room. I could see the small smile that graced her lips. Remy was coming over. I could feel the panic rise in me. I had not seen much of Remy since he saved me. I had been keeping my distance. I had been keeping my head down. I had been the good son I was taught to be. I was not ready to have Remy in this house. I was not ready to have him see where we lived. How we lived. Were Mother and Father going to be nice? They surely knew how to fake it. Would they accept him? I had decided to spend the entire time in my room. I knew my parents would wish that I kept my distance and for once I am inclined to oblige. I decided to stay in my room. I did not need to eat dinner with them. I could go a day without dinner. It would not have been the first time either. I had decided, I will be staying in my room until it was safe to come out. I should go there now before he arrives. I moved to leave the room before my mother stopped me. 

"Did you know about this Percival?" She asked suddenly while placing her teacup down on the table. My eyes widened. Did I know that Rose had a soulmate? No. I knew nothing. I kept my head down. How would I know anything? I slowly turned around and looked at my mother. She stared back at me with the snake-green eyes. I resisted the urge to panic. I had always believed my mother's eyes were a soft blue. When my entire world was that shade of brown, I had believed that all light shades were blue. I would do anything to go back to that time. The image of the soft blue eyes was better than her emotionless green ones.