Always Be Forever

Chapter 28: Ben

2087, BCE, October 20

"Finally,"

I had told myself as we had transported back from the other world to ours. Holding Alex in my arms, I had closed my eyes as we had started swirling around again. I don't get motion sickness, but I have a weird reaction when I see someone throw up that it triggers me to want to. I don't know what the word is. My feet were now coming over top of my head, and I was spinning more than ever. It was then that I had felt a little burst of energy coming from behind me, and Alex and I went flying forward, flying out of the portal and we landed on the floor. "Bellafonte? What are you doing here?" I had asked her when I noticed her on the floor holding onto Mulan. "I need to get him help," she had let out, referring to the bloodspot that was leaking out of his shirt. "What happened?" Alex had asked, standing up and noticing Mulan dying. We were in the back room of the headquarters, and no one had come in to see if we were there. Peaking my head through the door and noticed that no one was there, I sneaked the four of us out the entrance. "It's probably a Saturday," Alex had suggested before I opened the door, and noticed that no one was in there. "You're probably right, there's no one here," I had told him. Wait, if it's a Saturday, then we still wouldn't be able to get out of here. "How do we get out of here?" I had asked Bellafonte, because she should have some sort of magic that she can use to get us out of here. "Let me think of something," she had told me, standing up from the floor and raising her right arm towards one of the windows in the band room. That was when I had realized the tattoos on her arms. Magic had gone down her arm and a streak of light blue went straight towards the window that was near the back and knocked it out of the wall. "That should work," she had told us before she had held onto Mulan, and jumped through the window, and Alex and I followed her.

"I need to take him to the hospital," Bellafonte had told us before she bolted off, leaving Alex and me. "What do we do?" I had asked him. "Come with me, there's something I need to show you," Alex had told me before we had started walking towards his car that was still parked there. I had forgotten that he had driven us here when we came to talk to Aaron and the others. When we got to the car, there were two parking tickets that were underneath the windshield wiper. After taking the tickets out from underneath, he had got in the driver seat, and I had got in the passenger seat beside him, and after starting the car, he drove off. I wasn't quite sure where he was taking us, but it seemed to be a few minutes away from the school. "Where are we going?" I had asked. "There's someone I think you need to meet," Alex had told me. At first I was worried, because we had already met Bellafonte and Mulan just a few days ago and that had got us in some hot water. "Whom am I going to be meeting?" I had asked; I don't want to be meeting someone that could end up killing me. "She's harmless if you're wondering," Alex had told me. Okay, phew! I thought I was going to be a goner. "Her name is Rose, and she's only 2," Alex had told me, causing me to get curious as to why I was meeting a 2 year old. A few seconds later, we pulled up in front of a house. "This is my place," he had told me. There was no other car. "What's the time?" I asked him, and he pointed to where the clock was. It's 3:45. Getting out of the car, and after Alex had locked the car closed, we headed to the entrance. "I guess mom and dad aren't home," Alex had commented out-loud to himself before we had walked in.

"What the hell happened here?" Alex had asked, once he had noticed lamps knocked over, pillows opened, the table in the living room knocked over, pots on the floor, food on the floor in the kitchen, and a dent in the island that was low enough a child could have hit it. "Rose," Alex had muttered out-loud. "Rose!" He then exclaimed out-loud, worried, and was now running. Running past the mess in the kitchen, and then running past the dining room, where there were chairs flipped and another dent was found, but this time it was on the table and in the middle. The only thing that didn't bother me too much was that the living room beside the dining table wasn't touched. "She's not in her room," Alex had commented, running back out to me, and then headed up to the stairs. "Rose?" He had asked, looking for her in a state of panic. That was when we heard, "Daddy!" Wait, Alex is a dad? "Rose!" He exclaimed, running up to her. She was in her crib, standing up on the edge, and was looking at me. "Who's that?" Rose had asked Alex when he had picked her up and was now holding her. The living room up here was also untouched, and there was only one room. "Who brought you up here?" Alex had asked Rose. "Pa-pa did it," Rose had let-out, causing Alex to worry. "Why?" He had asked her. "Protection," she had let out before she had closed her eyes and had fallen asleep in his arms. We had let a few seconds go by, and Alex had put her back in her crib to let her sleep. After putting Rose to sleep, we sat down in the living room up there.