Numbers That Follows

chapter 5

The Car slowed creeping to a halt in the driveway. The sun was finally setting behind the ridge. As the last few shreds of sunlight showed in the sky. We went inside the house. Arrah motions for me to follow her. Walking behind her slowly I looked at the walls. They were not crowded, but had dozens of framed photos. I looked at one; it was a portrait of a boy about eighteen. He had green and blue eyes. Brown almost black hair that hung just above his eyes. He looked like he was full of sorrow.

"That's Caster," Arrah Spoke pulled me from my thoughts, "That was taken about 6 years ago."

"He looks sad." I replied

"That was a few weeks after his dad passed, I remember my dad being Upset as well." Arrah remembered, then continuing her thought "come on, let's get you to your room."

I continued to follow down the hall. Just about to the end we made a left and started up a spiral staircase. We stopped at the second floor. She made a right and continued walking. We approached the last door on the right and Arrah stopped. She reached out and turned the handle. The door opened to a large room. Standing in the door facing the room there was a bed to the left in the middle of the wall. To the left there was also a couch on the same wall as the door.

"Do you like it?" Arrah asked, turning to me.

"It's massive" I stated in amazement.

"You need space." She giggled out.

I looked around the room some more. The far left corner had a table and chair. And on the right wall in the middle had a black mirror and a fluffy chair in front of it. On either side of the black mirror had two doors on either side. The right door led to a large bathroom. The other led to a walk-in closet. I walked out of the closet and looked at Arrah.

"Who needs this much space?" I looked around, "I would be fine with a room the size of the closet and even then it would be larger than my last room."

"I'm sorry," Arrah looked upset.

"Why?" I questioned.

"You had to live in that situation. The more I hear the more mad I get. No one deserves what you went through." Arrah shook her head. She ran her hands through her hair. "I can't imagine what you went through. You make it sound like it wasn't that bad but clearly it was."

"I make it seem that way because for me I knew it could be worse." I think trying to find words, "When things like that are all you know, It truly doesn't seem bad. When I was taken I saw horrors beyond what I went through. What I went through was nothing compared to what I knew he could do."

"The difference in perspective is all it takes I guess." Arrah looked at me "still makes me mad."

"I guess so." I nodded in agreement.

"Happier note, The maids are going to bring you clothes and stuff we got you. They will put it all away for you as well. In the meantime the kitchen staff made food, after all that walking I am starving so let's eat."

We started back down the stairs heading to the dining room. Walking into the room seeing Flint and Armin there sitting down talking. Both, noticing us, stopped talking and turned their attention to us.

"Have a nice time in town?" Armin said looking at the two of us.

"Yeah, though by the end I think both of us got tired." Arrah laughed. "Vincent was a huge help caring for all of the bags too."

"I bet he enjoyed that so much," Flint laughed, "Warrior, fighter, Bag carrier."

"He volunteered to help. Which makes him helpful unlike you." Arrah shot back